’ ‘That,’ said Gosse, ‘is a matter of opinion. "Humph!" exclaimed Jonathan, doubtfully. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. "Thanks. I’ve got no feminine class feeling. After occupying himself thus for the best part of an hour, he thought Jack must have given him the slip. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac.
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