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"But I want to talk to you." "Why, sure," repeated Marcia. "in my 'partment." In his excitement Horace put his hands in his pockets. "All right just so I can see you alone. I want to talk to you as we talked up in my room." "Honey boy," cried Marcia, laughing, "is it that you want to kiss me?" "Yes," Horace almost shouted. "I'll kiss you if you want me to."
My life here was made almost insupportable by your friends, who consist, I should think, of about half the population of the country. Of course they laid regular siege to the de. partment. I am angry at Coleman for only one thing. When he cabled the news of your rescue to his news. paper from Arta, he should have also wired me, if only to relieve my failing mind.
"I've got something to say. It's this: in six weeks I'll be eighteen years old. When I'm eighteen years old I'm coming up to New York to see you. Is there some place in New York where we can go and not have a lot of people in the room?" "Sure!" smiled Marcia. "You can come up to my 'partment. Sleep on the couch if you want to." "I can't sleep on couches," he said shortly.
I was destined to share the secrets of this family to the end; for when I had taken place in the empty train that was in waiting to convey us to Bourges, the same vigilant woman pushed them all on top of me into my com- partment, though the carriages on either side con- tained no travellers at all.
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