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‘You’re speaking the truth. ‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. He hung vaguely for a moment as she passed. It’s all very handsome starting out on your own, but it’s too damned hard. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. ’ ‘Grossly unfair, too. She felt she was bound in honor to tell the whole affair to Manning sooner or later. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. Clothes. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first.
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