“No! My father. How old are you?’ ‘I have nineteen years, and it is quite unimportant. The prospect of the gallows would never deter me from taking to the road, if I were so inclined. —I'll give him the edication of a prig,—teach him the use of his forks betimes,—and make him, in the end, as clever a cracksman as his father. ‘Or flew in by balloon, perhaps. They went to the Zoological Gardens together one Saturday to see for themselves a point of morphological interest about the toucan’s bill—that friendly and entertaining bird—and they spent the rest of the afternoon walking about and elaborating in general terms this theme and the superiority of intellectual fellowship to all merely passionate relationships. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town.
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