Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. "Choose, Jack. The following morning found him in the doctor's waiting room, a black cigar turning unlighted in his teeth. Mama will be expecting me. ” They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river. You must let me take you to things—to meetings and things, to conferences and talks. “We will follow you in another cab. Part 7 That was two days before Christmas Eve. He did not like it, he said, with a significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had done with them.
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