A girl—at my age—is grown-up. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs. ‘But—’ ‘Nothing at all for you to worry your head over,’ said the captain, moving to try and usher her forth. I'll be outside the hotel at nine-thirty.
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