My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. “But I am your husband,” he said. I would sooner see you in a ’bus again. “What’s wrong?” He asked as she shifted awkwardly. “A man like that taints a girl by looking at her, by his mere conversation. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not. And think things out.
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