“I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. “It was inevitable,” he declared. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. ‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. The clock struck half-past ten. They came teeming distressfully through her aching brain: “A man can kick, his skirts don’t tear; A man scores always, everywhere.
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