He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. “Okay, I guess.
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