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never suspect a thing. Now, do I get a small `thank you'?"
"I won't see him."
"Now look here, Bab," he protested, "you two have got to
make this thing up You are a pair of Idiots, quarreling over
nothing. Poor old Hal is all broken up. He's sensative. You've
got to remember how sensative he is."
"Go, away" I cried, in broken tones. "Go away, and take him
with you."
"Not until he had spoken to your Father," he observed,
setting his jaw. "He's here for that, and you know it. You can't
play fast and loose with a man, you know."
"Don't you dare to let him speak to father!"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"That's between you to, of course," he said. "It's not up
to me. Tell him yourself, if you've changed your mind. I don't
intend," he went on, impressively, "to have any share in ruining
his life."
"Oh piffle," I said. I am aware that this is slang, and
does not belong in a Theme. But I was driven to saying it.
I got through the crowd by using my elbows. I am afraid I
gave the Bishop quite a prod, and I caught Mr. Andrews on his
rotateing waistcoat.


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