Flappers and Philosophers by F. Scott (Francis Scott) Fitzgerald
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"Yes, and just now---"
"Won't other boats bump into it?" "No. It's run along the bottom. Five min---" "Well, I'll be darned! Gosh! Science is golden or something--isn't it?" "Will you let me say what I started to?" "Shoot!" "Well it seems--well, I am up here--" He paused and swallowed several times distractedly. "Oh, yes. Young woman, Colonel Moreland has called up again to ask me to be sure to bring you in to dinner. His son Toby has come all the way from New York to meet you and he's invited several other young people. For the last time, will you---" "No" said Ardita shortly, "I won't. I came along on this darn cruise with the one idea of going to Palm Beach, and you knew it, and I absolutely refuse to meet any darn old colonel or any darn young Toby or any darn old young people or to set foot in any other darn old town in this crazy state. So you either take me to Palm Beach or else shut up and go away." "Very well. This is the last straw. In your infatuation for this man.--a man who is notorious for his excesses--a man your father would not have allowed to so much as mention your name--you have |
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