" "Poor soul!" ejaculated her son. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. 1. All right really. She went next day to the schools, and her world seemed all made of happiness just worked up roughly into shapes and occasions and duties. “I am very glad to hear you say it,” he repeated, and refrained from further inquiry. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough.
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