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CHAPTER XV
Howard Stanton strode into the Assyrian room at the Art Museum. In one corner stood Anne, studying a relief. She turned and faced him.
"I see where you got your ideas of perspective," she remarked impertinently, pointing to the feet of an Assyrian king.
"Nannie," said the young man, "you have abused me too much to send me away now. You"
"Let's talk about the weather," suggested Anne.
"I should not speak of this again," he protested, "if I did not know that you really do care for me."
"I never said that I did not."
"Then why won't you accept the logical consequences?"
"Because I do not care enough. I know that my nature could be stirred more deeply."
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