"Why not?" "I'll tell you," cried a deep voice from the back of the bed. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. If they had any idea the concerts he had seen, they would have known the quality of her playing. So he liked to go by a different train. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement.
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