’ That wonderful poster—is of you. She let Jack go as he passed through the opening. At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. Wood could stand it no longer. Either we go forth together, or they shall bury me. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. “This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. Even the teachers were getting restless, the seniors gnawing hard at the bit as graduation teased.
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