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“Well, you can’t expect ’em to like it, can you?” submitted Miss Ensor. Joan was about to offer comment, but was struck dumb with astonishment on hearing McKean’s voice: it seemed he could talk. He was telling of an old Scotch peasant farmer. A mean, cantankerous old cuss whose curious pride it was that he had never given anything away. Not a crust, nor a sixpence, nor a rag; and never would. Many had been the attempts to make him break his boast: some for the joke of the thing and some for the need; but none had ever succeeded. It was his one claim to distinction and he guarded it.!
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Her going was the signal for the breaking up of the party. In a short time Joan and Madge found themselves left with only Flossie. “They must have felt sure you could act,” said Joan. “Next time it will be a clean offer.”
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Miss Tolley had chanced upon a Human Document, with the help of which she was hopeful of starting a “Press Controversy” concerning the morality, or otherwise, of “Running Waters.” The secretary stood just behind her, taking notes. They had drifted quite close. Joan could not help overhearing. Flossie fixed a relentless eye upon her. “He’ll wait till the bird has got a bit more than that to whisper to him,” she suggested. There was a little humorous smile about his mouth. But his eyes were serious and pleading.
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