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John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation, and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy? What nationality are you?” “I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my mother, who was Gypsy. “Experte credo. You will do as I say, or—’ ‘Hoy!’ called Trodger from down the hall. Wood, I forget nothing. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. “But if some one else asked your advice? If some one else said, ‘Here is my teacher, a jaded married man on the verge of middle age, and he and I have a violent passion for one another. "I suppose I must have been senseless for some time; for, on coming to myself, I found this gash in my head, and the ground covered with blood. A boy can forget his amatory troubles playing baseball; but a girl can't find any particular distraction in doing fancy work. You cannot do a murder and expect that you will not be punished. “I know the place you mean—very good cooking for such an out-of-the-way show. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. ‘For instance, why have you reverted to your nun’s habit for this particular adventure?’ ‘That is easy. Except for a few early ebullitions of passion, natural to a warm and romantic disposition, and leaving no harmful after-effects—ebullitions that by the standards of the higher truth I feel no one can justly cast a stone at, and of which I for one am by no means ashamed—I come to you a pure and unencumbered man.
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