‘Fiddle, Gerald. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. " "Come along," thundered Jonathan. His manner was deferential, even eager. 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. ” She said. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Let us part in peace. I wonder how it is,” she added, “that boys always make love so impertinently. "Facts convince the most incredulous," answered Jonathan, drily.
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