’ ‘Hadn’t the wit, you mean. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. “Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. Some day older people, perhaps, will trouble to understand younger people, and there won’t be these fierce disruptions; there won’t be barriers one must defy or perish. Yield up the babe, and I pledge my word you shall remain unmolested. Not a job he may care about; but he's a good sport.
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