"To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. Sheppard, fleeing from him to the farthest corner of the room. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation.
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