Drive away the cat; throw
that measure of gin through the window; and tell me why you've not so much as
touched the packing-case for Lady Trafford, which I particularly desired you to
complete against my return. 272
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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. "When you are stronger we'll go up to the cutwater and watch them from there. "But I tell you frankly, and Mr. I've my own reasons for disliking this job. His heart was beating, but faintly and
slowly, with ominous intermissions. ‘I can take care of myself, bête. ”
“John, maybe I don’t want to try out for orchestra right
now because my heart isn’t in it. "
"Ah! you're so very particular," sighed Mrs.
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