’ ‘What of your grandfather?’ Her lips parted in surprise. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. ‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded. It's never a bad day that has a good ending. Spurlock (himself verging upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. Look at these walls. We’d soon cool that temper of yours.
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