His foot tapped impatiently, and he took up the papers. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. But then the features changed. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. Yes, I think we have thoroughly thrashed that one out. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. "Then I am old-fashioned.
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