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A Splendid Hazard

CHAPTER VIII
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To dwell in a haven like this.

No care, no worry, no bother of grubbing about in one's pockets for overlooked coins, no flush of excitement! It is, after all, the homeless man who answers quickest the beckon of wanderlust.

It is only when he comes into the shelter of such a roof that he draws into his heart the bitter truth of his loneliness.
"You must think me an odd girl." "Pray why ?" "By the manner in which I brought you here." "On the contrary, you are one of the few women I ever met who know something about scoring a good joke.

Didn't your friend, Mrs.
Coldfield, know my mother; and wasn't your father a great friend of my father's?
As for being odd, what about me?
I believe I stood on the corner, and tried to sell plaster casts, just to win a foolish club wager." "Men can jest that way with impunity, but a woman may not.

Still, I really couldn't help acting the way I did," with a tinkle in her voice and a twinkle in her eyes.
"Convention is made up of many idiotic laws.


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