Sparrows: the story of an unprotected girl by Horace W. C. (Horace Wykeham Can) Newte
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elderly couple were sitting.
"This is about our mark," he said. "Why specially here?" she asked. "Those elderly geesers are a sort of chaperone for unprotected innocence; a parson and all that," he remarked. She could hardly forbear smiling at his conception of protection. A waiter assisted her with her cloak. When she took a seat opposite to Windebank, he said: "I like this place; there's no confounded music to interfere with what one's got to say." "I like music," Mavis remarked. "Then let's go where they have it," he suggested, half rising. "I want to go straight home, if you'll let me." "Then we'll stay here. What are you going to eat?" "Nothing." "Rot! Here's the waiter chaps. Tell 'em what you want." Two waiters approached the table, one with a list of food, the other |
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