“Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. Ramage, by a hundred skilful hints had led her to realize that the problem of her own life was inseparably associated with, and indeed only one special case of, the problems of any woman’s life, and that the problem of a woman’s life is love. The storm burst upon them in its fury. The thing is done. “John, don’t!” she cried. “I’m fine,” she said softly. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. She was slender, and sometimes she seemed tall, and walked and carried herself lightly and joyfully as one who commonly and habitually feels well, and sometimes she stooped a little and was preoccupied. Capes flashed to an understanding of her intention, sprang to his feet, and opened the door for her retreat. “Quite different. Ramage,” she said, clinging to her one point, “I want to get out of this horrible little room. ’ ‘Don’t be a fool, woman,’ snapped Charvill, thrusting himself further into the room. Just then—I was nervous. " "The ways of Providence are inscrutable," observed Wood.
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