“What are your objections?” she said. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. You'll live to hate chicken; and the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothing could be heard. . “This is all rot!” he declared angrily. She had felt very uncomfortable around him, grotesque. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination.
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