“My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. ” She put her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the pride of his own masculinity as she touched him. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. ” “It’s the perpetual trouble,” he said, “of parent and child.
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