Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. I packed them with the other few things I owned. Had he come to see her to find if she needed something? No. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. The barmaids had too strongly appealed to his sense of novelty. He filled his pipe slowly. When they were home, the pair headed for the Big Apple or the warmth of the Beck’s family table. . “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. One can learn and understand only by personal experience, by actual contact with the realities of life. The latter request, though treated with supreme contempt by Mr.
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