He’s a quiet person, and he says that quiet people should never become salesmen. "What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. She’s a snob. “I don’t know why. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet. “You will not object,” he said, glancing towards her, “to accepting a deposit. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible dimple peeped out. He had thought it might have that effect. He laughed. That will be a fine day—it will have to be, when first you set eyes on Italy. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. ’” “Yes?” “I think—yes, I went on in a pleasing blend of the casual and sotto voce, ‘The fact of it is, sir, I happen to be your son-in-law, Capes.
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