” “Think not,” that young man remarked laconically. ” “And you can’t?” “I don’t think I ought to control myself. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. ” She replied weakly. "He shan't trouble you further. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. That is not reasonable. Bottles and glasses usurped the place of dishes and plates. “We settled long ago—we’re hard stuff.
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