He looked no longer at his wife. He was the junior of both his sisters, co-educated and much broken in to feminine society. ‘Taken the girl with him. Egad! I shall make a good thing of it. She bought her Greyhound ticket one steamy afternoon when school let out at eleven thirty A. It lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. “I’ll turn you here. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. “I throw it out in passing,” he said.
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