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" "But, Lord, man!—don't you ever get lonesome?" "Don't you?" "I'm too busy. I'm always shy the price of the ticket home. I’m the sort of dog, if you turn it out of the room it lies down on the mat at the door. Simply. How the deuce, though, am I going to account for her? People will be asking questions when they see her; and if I tell the truth, they'll start to snubbing her. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. It was hard to meet that gaze. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench. It was not a hard face, but it was resolute. What she actually wanted was the present state of affairs to continue indefinitely.
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