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"You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to
burst open the door. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his
eyes. He has three days to
live. “Very good,” he said. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover.
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