Drummond nodded. It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses. The two friends contrasted strikingly with each other. While I have been pestering you, have you heard it? At least, you heard the first act. Robbed of their prey, the fury of the mob became ungovernable. 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 didn’t think—I don’t know what I thought.
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