Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. “Father,” she cried, “I have to live!” He misunderstood her. She munched her bland Whopper as he wolfed three in a row, stuffing his mouth with half a dozen French fries at a time. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. And I am coming to believe the best as well as the most beautiful friends a man can have are girl friends.
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