"These writer chaps are queer birds. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. ” He digested her statement as part threat and part promise. “Then I suppose when I have graduated I am to come home?” “It seems the natural course—” “And do nothing?” “There are plenty of things a girl can find to do at home. “No, I’d like to. " "Look here, my boy, that attitude is all damned nonsense. Jack was not half your age when he died. “It is not that.
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