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Who Cares? a story of adolescence by Cosmo Hamilton
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she knew, was engaged to play roulette at the club, and none of her
other new men friends was available for dancing. She hadn't seen
anything of Martin for several days. She could easily oblige Alice
under the circumstances.

So she said: "Yes, of course I will--just to prove how very little
you really know about me."

"Thank you," said Alice. "I'll say that I have a headache and that
you're coming home with me. Don't be talked out of it."

A puzzled expression came into Joan's eyes, and she turned her
shoulder to Palgrave, who was giving her his most amorous glances.
"It doesn't matter," she said, "but I notice that you are all
beginning to treat me like a sort of moral weathercock. I wonder
why?" She gave no more thought to the matter which just for the most
fleeting moment had rather piqued her, but sat drinking in the music
of Mascagni's immortal opera entirely ignoring the fact that
Palgrave's face was within an inch of her shoulder and that Alan
Hosack, on her other side, was whispering heavy compliments.

Alice sat back and looked anxiously from the face of the girl who
had been her closest friend at school to that of the man to whom she
had given all her heart. In spite of the fact that she had been
married a year and had taken her place in the comparatively small
set which made up New York society, Mrs. Palgrave was an optimist.
As a fiction-fed girl she had expected, with a thrill of excitement,
that after marriage she would find herself in a whirlpool of
careless and extravagant people who made their own elastic code of
morals and played ducks and drakes with the Commandments. She had
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