I have considered you flitey, but nothing more."
She then slapped a cup custard down in front of me and went
away, leaving me very nervous. Did she know of the Theif, or was
she merely refering to the car, which she might have guest from
grease on my clothes, which would get there in spite of being
carful, especialy when changing a tire?
Well, I have now come to the horrable events of that night,
at writing which my pen almost refuses. To have dreamed and
hoped for a certain thing, and then by my own actions to
frustrate it was to be my fate.
"Oh God! that one might read the book of fate!" Shakspeare.
As I felt that, when everything was over, the people would
come in from the Club and the other country places to see the
captured Crimenal, I put on one of the frocks which mother had
ordered and charged to me on that Allowence which was by that
time _non est_. (Latin for dissapated. I use dissapated in the
sense of spent, and not debauchery.) By that time it was nine
o'clock, and Tom had not come, nor even telephoned. But I felt
this way. If he was going to be jealous it was better to know it
now, rather than when to late and perhaps a number of offspring.
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