” He paused, with his eyes studying her gravely. Her father read a draft prospectus warily, and her aunt dropped fragments of her projects for managing while the cook had a holiday. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up.
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