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Well this is the favor, Clytie. If by Summer my little girl is still staggering under the nervous and moral burden of feeling herself the only "improper" person in the world, I shall ask your permission to tell her the incident here noted, assuring you of course in all fairness and decency--if I am any judge of young character--that she will never tell on you as you have told on her!
As for the rest if I have written over-garrulously I crave your pardon. This turning the hands of the clock backwards is slower work than turning them ahead.
For old time's sake believe me at least
JAFFREY BRETTON.
With a sigh of relief then he rose from his desk, lit another cigarette, and started down the hall, with Creep-Mouse, the blue hound, skulking close behind him.
As he crossed the threshold of his own room and glanced incidentally towards his bed a gasp of purely optical astonishment escaped him. All hunched up in a pale blue puffy-quilt his lovely little daughter lay ensconced among his snow-white pillows. Across her knees innumerable sheets of paper fluttered. Close at her elbow a discarded box of pencils lay tossed like a handful of jack-straws. And the great blue eyes that peered out at him from the cloud of bright gold hair were all brimmed up again with terror and tears.
"I'm--I'm writing to John," she said.
"John?" queried her father.
"Why--yes,--the English professor--at college,--don't you remember?" faltered the girl. "Don't--don't you want to know about John?"
"No, I don't!" said the man. "There's nothing important about 'John' that 'John' won't have a chance to show for himself--in this immediate situation."
"Isn't it--isn't it--Hell?" quivered the girl.
"N--o--o," said her father. "I shouldn't consider it just Hell. But I admit it's something of a poser for a man in John's position. He's one of the faculty of course?"
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