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"To-morrow will be too late," said Sheppard, moodily. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. ”
The conversation hung for a moment. He had promised her some
books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. When the word “FREAK” appeared
scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker,
she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war
had escalated from imaginary to physical. But you need not fear,’ she
added, shaking him off. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the
sunshine. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that
did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining
dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened
by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea
blossom. He refused
his food,—and even when better provisions were offered him, rejected them.
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