It is a matter of degree. This, then, was the woman from whom Hoddy would not have accepted a cup of water. "Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully. "These writer chaps are queer birds.
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