She spent the morning up to ten in
writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished;
and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit
obscurity and slimy streets. But, if I were in your place, I know what I'd do—"
"What—what would you do?" asked Hogarth, eagerly. ” He spoke loudly. I’m a
Socialist, Miss Stanley. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and
reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents
the development of an easy friendship. I like the way you shared it. Come along, you mad jade. I am aware that you ran away from
there, but—’
‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. It was excellently done, especially as she loved good dinners.
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