I was compelled to run away. He was an imaginative young man. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. Manning loomed up ever and again into her world, full of a futile solicitude, and almost always declaring she was splendid, splendid, and wishing he could talk things out with her. Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks.
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