“Did they ever try it for themselves?” He wrestled his chin between her thighs as she tried to squeeze her legs shut upon his ears. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. And she would have rushed to him, if she had not been forcibly withheld by her son. She was the social leader of Morningside Park, and in her superficial and euphuistic way an extremely kind and pleasant woman. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride.
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