“I might go home, I don’t know. Wild himself if I met him," retorted Jack. ’ ‘Eh? Why did you not say so, man?’ demanded Hilary crossly. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that somewhere near to me. "'The Man Who Could Not Go Home.
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