For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped him in her arms. “You think that this is all. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky.
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