“Yes,” she answered, looking away. For although I must confess it reads very much like an application or a testimonial or some such thing as that, I can assure you I am writing this in fear and trembling with a sinking heart. “I must confess,” he said, “the New Woman and the New Girl intrigue me profoundly. We shall have—hardly any money. ’ Lucilla burst into laughter and clapped her hands. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. “Who, me? I scare you?” He asked. That night in his den he smoked many pipes. What! mum still.
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