The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. One can learn and understand only by personal experience, by actual contact with the realities of life. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. " "By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily. " "Perhaps I'm too tired to plan for to-morrow. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother. Probably he will come around to-morrow and begin all over again. I have said good-bye to it all.
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