" "Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. In this way (he informed Spurlock) he kept posted on what was going on in the strictly commercial world. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. "Trenchard," he muttered; "Aliva Trenchard—they were right, then, as to the name. She counted three on the way to the train and four more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken him to bed with not so much as a word. "An idea has just occurred to me," said Gay, "which Jack's narrative has suggested. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. All three, then, burst into an immoderate fit of laughter. Run away now, please.
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