She
longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her
wishes to be stupid. This is a mere boy. He walked with bent head. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. "You speak English better than I do," said O'Higgins, as the coolies jogged
across the bridge toward the gate. Plote was sleeping or deaf. It was a dismal and depressing sight to see a great city thus suddenly
overthrown; and the carpenter was deeply moved by the spectacle. “You’ve got my view,” he said, after a pensive second. Am I mistaken? Is
your heart mine?"
"It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck. Even the teachers were
getting restless, the seniors gnawing hard at the bit as
graduation teased. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. "Yes; I know I look it," said O'Higgins, amiably. He
walked in her direction.
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