“But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. By 12:30 a. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martha begged. I don't know anything about you. ‘I don’t propose doing anything with you. But," said the fellow, with a laugh, "he soon contrived to make his way out on it, though. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. “Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. “I think,” she said, “that I would rather not have anything to say about that man.
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