" The girl fished into the bottle for an olive. “Or I know another one who wears cologne. It is not at all what I expected either. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. The conditions are such as I think you will recognize the justice of. “‘Go it, missie,’ they said; “kick aht!’ “I swore at that policeman—and disgusted him. " "Well, think no more about it," returned Thames. “Do you think he’s still around?” She paused thoughtfully. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy.
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