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"Or idolizing."
"I suppose I am to surmise over the quality of yours?"
"Well, you have had me guessing for three years. Mrs. Penny. Lilly! I
can't say the other, it--won't s-say itself."
She asked her question with a cessation of her entire being, as if her
heart had missed a beat.
"Hasn't--your--brother--told--you--anything?"
"Oh yes. I know how you threw over the professional end of it for what
you decided you could do better. I thought that pretty plucky; so many
of us mistake inflated judgment for genius and stubbornness for
perseverance, when that same perseverance applied to the job within
one's capacity may lead to fine fulfillment."
"It's good to hear you say that."
"But that is about all I do know--Lilly--except, of course, that there
is a youngster and somewhere in the background a husband whom I would
like to meet out some dark night when I happen to be wearing my favorite
pair of brass knuckles."
Something nameless and shapeless had lifted; there was a gavotte to her
heartbeat.
"My husband was--is a good man."
"But not a wise one if he couldn't hold a creature like you.
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