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Into the lives of Jarrick, Hill, and myself, old classmates of his, he came and went in the fashion of one of those queer winds that on a sultry day in summer blow unexpectedly up a city street out of nowhere. His comings excited us; his goings left us refreshed and a little vaguely discontented. So many people are gray.
One night we were sitting out on the veranda her scarf slipped, and I saw a scar on her arm, near her shoulder." Hardy stopped abruptly and began to roll a little pellet of bread between his thumb and his forefinger; then his tense expression faded and he sat back in his chair. "Let me have another cigarette," he said to Jarrick. "No. Wait a minute! I'll order some."
"This is talk!" he ejaculated once with a laugh. Hill, against the combined attack of Jarrick and myself, was maintaining the argument. "There is no such thing as instinctive bravery," he affirmed, for the fifth time at least, "amongst intelligent men. Every one of us is naturally a coward. Of course we are.
I would ride into town and think no more of it than if I had watched a tarantula die. You see, I had it all reasoned out as clearly as could be; there was morality and common sense, the welfare of other people, the man's own good, really, and yet well, I didn't do it." "Didn't?" It was Jarrick who put the question a little breathlessly. "No. I stepped toward him so!
One never knew when he was coming to New York and one never knew how long he was going to stay; he just appeared, was very busy with mining companies for a while, sat about clubs in the late afternoon, and then, one day, he was gone. Sometimes he came twice in a year; oftener, not for two or three years at a stretch. When he did come we gave him a dinner that is, Jarrick, Hill, and myself.
It's his reason, his mind, that after a while gets the better of his poor pipe-stem legs and makes them keep pace with the sea-legs about them." "It's condition," said Jarrick doggedly "condition entirely. All has to do with your liver and digestion. I know; I fox-hunt, and when I was younger yes, leave my waist alone! I rode jumping races.
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