You tell me he didn't like the stuff. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight. "You shall see him to-morrow. I should have gotten out of here months ago!” She opened the passenger side and reclined in the bucket seat. I will do my utmost. " "What?" "We'll put those stories back into the trunk and never speak of them to him. " "Never!" cried Mrs. " "Nor any one else in his senses," rejoined Wood, with a laugh. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. "Thank you; but I've a pocket full of water-chestnuts. “I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair —whatever it is—without bothering me. The Night-Cellar XVIII.
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