She returned home to the Beck house soaked and soggy. ‘You imbecile. Will you?” She thought, and it seemed to him she had never looked so self-disciplined and deliberate and beautiful. ” She seated herself in a loose and easy attitude and surveyed the backs of the Avenue houses; then her eyes wandered to where the new red-and-white villas peeped among the trees. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he tries to. I have told you. ‘Go and fetch her home,’ he said; ‘it isn’t what we thought! It’s just a practical joke of hers. “I suppose I should let go if I had. “I thought I was just up against Morningside Park and father, but it’s the whole order of things—the whole blessed order of things. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights.
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