It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. She wanted to go to Cornell University to study Anthropology, that was her 183 dream. Why had he offered her that kiss on board The Tigress? Perhaps that had been his hour of disenchantment. ‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’ Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. “I brought a man with me who is posted outside,” he remarked. ” She sniffled.
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