Flower of the Dusk by Myrtle Reed
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give the despairing ones new strength to go on. Just a little book, but
so brave and true and sweet and tender that it would bring the sun to every shady place." "Would you marry?" [Sidenote: The Right Man] "Of course, if the right man came. Otherwise not." "I wonder," mused Roger, "how a person could know the right one?" "Foolish child," she answered, "that's it--the knowing. When you don't know, it isn't it." "My dear Miss North," remarked Roger, "the heads of your argument are somewhat involved, but I think I grasp your meaning. When you know it is, then it is, but when you don't know that it is, then it isn't. Is that right?" "Exactly. Wonderfully intelligent for one so young." Barbara's blue eyes danced merrily and her red lips parted in a mocking smile. A long heavy braid of hair, "the colour of ripe corn," hung over either shoulder and into her lap. She was almost twenty-two, but she still clung to the childish fashion of dressing her hair, because the heavy braids and the hairpins made her head ache. All her gowns were white, either of wool or cotton, and were made to be washed. On Sundays, she sometimes wore blue ribbons on her braids. |
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