He did his best not to grin. I have the right also to throw you out. “They’d better not,” said Hetty. Run away now, please. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. Them young prigs is all alike. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. ‘Though he didn’t mean it.
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