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not guess, putting between himself and her the whole width of the civilization in to which her marriage had absorbed her. And there was such fear in the thought—he read such derision of what he had to offer in the splendour of the great avenues tapering upward to the sunset glories of the Arch—that all he had meant to say when he finally spoke compressed itself at last into an abrupt unmitigated: "Well?"
She answered at once—as though she had only awaited the call of the national interrogation—"I don't know when I have been so happy."
"So happy?" The suddenness of his joy flushed up through his fair skin.
"As I was just now—taking tea with your mother and sisters."
Durham's "Oh!" of surprise betrayed also a note of disillusionment, which she
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