Fraternity by John Galsworthy
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page 290 of 399 (72%)
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"I didn't care any more when you told me I wasn't to come here." Still Hilary did not speak. "I haven't done anything wrong," she said, with tears in her voice. "No, no," said Hilary; "of course not!" The little model choked. "It's my profession." "Yes, yes," said Hilary; "it's all right." "I don't care what he thinks; I won't go again so long as I can come here." Hilary touched her shoulder. "Well, well," he said, and opened the front door. The little model, tremulous, like' a flower kissed by the sun after rain, went out with a light in her eyes. The master of the house returned to Mr. Stone. Long he sat looking at the old man's slumber. "A thinker meditating upon action!" So might Hilary's figure, with its thin face resting on its hand, a furrow between the brows, and that painful smile, have been entitled in any catalogue of statues. |
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