“I won’t give you a check though—Yes, I will. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. ’ The girl held out her hands. . “Nothing. You couldn’t help it. At least, you are one, and I am disguised like one. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. Brutes! They are the brute still with us! Science some day may teach us a way to do without them. Not alone with her, that’s sure. They tried to read illustrated papers in an unconcerned manner and with forced attention, lest they should catch the leaping exultation in each other’s eyes. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. Gives you a right to hang on to the old man until he busts—practically.
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