And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. But I dare not accept it. It was there in the breast pocket, stiff and legal looking. Yet an indiscriminating, wrong-headed world gave such fellows all sorts of distinctions. It wasn’t clear to me that I had to explain. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. “Thank you both for treating me for all the world like I was your child.
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