. "If you don't stop its squalling, I
will. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first
novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. I
knew where I would go next: Florence. One morning he caught her hand suddenly and kissed it. He strangled the
infant, which slipped out of his hands and screamed. Aha!" he
continued, producing a short silver staff, which he carried constantly about with
him, and uttering a terrible imprecation, "I see you're confounded. He looked at
his friend. “Great. White assured her. That’s my advice. Nothing like the direct approach, she thought. One little minute with soap and water, voilà
tout. “So what is John up to today?” Lucy asked with a
weary smile.
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