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The Yale spirit! James Boyle O'Higgins was, as the saying goes, somewhat out of luck. Advancing to the middle of the chamber, he halted, drew himself up, and fixed his dark, expressive eyes, on Thames Darrell. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. But when Ruth's hand fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that no one in this house would ever offer him a kick. “He is not—I don’t like him.
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