As he understood it, folks saw in two or three days all there was to see of Canton. She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign. The Old Mint. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. The shouts, yells, and groans which they uttered, and which were echoed by the concourse in the rear, were perfectly frightful. Mr. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. They'll be back soon enough—or not at all. If individuality means anything it means breaking bounds— adventure.
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