Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. “Where is she?” He would yell even louder until she was sure that people in faraway fishing boats could probably hear him. “I was half hoping that I might be allowed to see you home. '—'What is it, Mint?' asked all three. Mistresses neither deserve consideration nor commiseration. ” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. Here are their letters. Her sister had told him that it was true.
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