“What do you think of them?” Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. She had been quite convinced that an engagement with him and at last a marriage had exactly that quality of compromise which distinguishes the ways of the wise. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames.
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