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Playing became a way of escape. She had resisted as long as she
could; then she had stolen over. The man lingered. Eight
per cent. "I've not quite done yet," said Jonathan, as he joined the turnkeys. "What are you waiting for?" asked Jack, impatiently. “I think, perhaps if you will excuse
me, that we will defer the luncheon. His Dad is an electrical engineer at the same place
as my dad works and his mom used to be a model, I’m
not kidding. "
"Mother be——!" returned Jack. I thought that he was dead. Her father, her own father! She remembered
now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she
recited it with perfect understanding. One might have said that these
trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. I thank God for the very skin that is peeling from your nose, for all things
great and small that make us what we are. Indeed,
she did not want to think of him as loving her. He lit a cigarette and loitered
about.
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