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“How do you feel?” she asked. " He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot. “You pushed the wheel from my hand. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. “Stop!” He ran towards her. But there was a face pressed to the glass. " "But you can imagine it. Which, if we are not all of us very careful indeed, will be stolen from Miss Charvill. " "What? Good Lord, he's alive with fleas! They'll be all over the place. And yet, Spurlock was afraid of the doctor; so was Ruth. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. When they were home, the pair headed for the Big Apple or the warmth of the Beck’s family table. . “We played at love-making in Paris. After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol.
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