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" No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he fainted. "One'd think it rained fares, as well as blowed great guns. And now I break the seals—for you. I gather you wish to go up in some fantastic get-up, wrapped about in your opera cloak, and that after the festivities you propose to stay with these friends of yours, and without any older people in your party, at an hotel. ’ ‘A pretty tale. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. ’ A little sigh escaped her. I——” Then he stopped short, for he began to remember things. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. ” “Then, by God!” he said, “you’ll be locked up!” Ann Veronica was disconcerted for a moment. Naturally it all came out then. ‘It is necessary that one is at all times ready to protect oneself,’ explained the young lady flatly.
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