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" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. I’m a soldier, you see. All his dreams shattered in an instant. Near by stood Ah Cum and the young unknown, the former protesting gently, the latter insistent upon his demands. He was snoring stupidly. “To tell you the truth, it has seemed just lately as though we were becoming in some measure estranged. “I daresay the gallery will be full, but there is always the chance, and I know you two are keen on Melba. Manning, all this sort of thing is very well as sentiment, but does it correspond with the realities? Are women truly such angelic things and men so chivalrous? You men have, I know, meant to make us Queens and Goddesses, but in practice—well, look, for example, at the stream of girls one meets going to work of a morning, round-shouldered, cheap, and underfed! They aren’t queens, and no one is treating them as queens. “Why on earth,” he asked, “did you hurt me like that?” Ann Veronica did her best to think she had not deliberately attempted to cause him pain. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. So I come suppliant. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. His face darkened.
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