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A Puritan Bohemia
indefinable change had come over her with the putting on of her altruistic clothes.
"Aren't you well?" he asked anxiously.
"Perfectly."
They walked round and round the Square. Moisture clung in little beads to their hair and their clothing, but they did not notice. Mr. Stanton outlined his plans for the future. It was sweet to have his ardent belief in his theories confirmed by Helen's ardent belief in him. He was going to start a course of lectures on art for workingmen, and a night school for factory girls.
As he talked, the sound of bells floated up to them from the city buried in mist. Helen's courage came back to her in great throbs.
