"The lash cuts to the bone. The
pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. Sebastian snorted, “If it isn’t that the pot calling the
kettle black!”
“Your house is host to the lowest forms of life, those
without morals! I will no longer allow my children to live
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in such a house. "
Upon which, with an assurance that he would not do so, the attendant departed. They proved all sorts of
things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work. Diedermeyer, sweetheart? He just
went in. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told
tale. It's right Nantz. As you admitted to me—one has to
square one’s self with the world. ”
“And what do you think I ought to do?”
“Exactly!” He lifted a paper-weight and dabbed it gently down again.
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