“When one is happy—I don’t like to think of them. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence. “Steady on!” he cried. ” Her answer was terse. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. He stood up abruptly and went to the window. He kissed her cheek.
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