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Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. CHAPTER XXI. They did not spend most days together. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. ” “Who was annoyed?” “Mr. “You should probably wash all of that stuff off of yourself. “I’ll be hanged if I do. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. The younger of the two, who was seated next to Jack, and seemed to monopolize his attention, could not be more than seventeen, though her person had all the maturity of twenty. Not up here, I think. Sections and pages had been pasted together, and all through both Testaments a word had been blotted out.
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