We two just love each other—the real, identical other—all the
time. Can I please go home now?”
“Honey, I promise you can go soon, but you have to
fill out some paperwork before you go. Outside stood a
stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased
mass of spiky bottle-black hair. I don’t suppose a girl can tell if a man is in love with her or not in love
with her. Undraw the
curtain, love," she added to Thames, "that I may look at you. Mr. ‘You! Tell this fool who is the keeper here to come to me at once. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. I suppose most of our daughters would marry
organ-grinders if they had a chance—at that age. They didn’t talk about it much,
but Mike had been through some eerily similar foster
homes in Florida, the where he was born. "
"We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. Some indeed carried themselves, dressed themselves even, rather as
foreign visitors from the land of “Looking Backward” and “News from
Nowhere” than as the indigenous Londoners they were.
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