Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. The thought of them distressed her without subtracting at all from the oceans of happiness in which she swam. Certainly your major—’ ‘Ah, now that’s just it, missie. Come!” They went out together and he called a hansom. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay.
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