Good-bye. They laughed and talked and stared about them. "Is it
indeed you, or am I dreaming?"
"You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. He was always drawing contrasts
between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new
departure in this comparison. "Whose child can this be?"
"How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. And the opportunity to share in your exciting adventures was just too tempting
to be put aside. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy;
he let out a sigh. The air might be cool, but half an hour without
head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. He talked at the blackboard in
a pleasant, very slightly lisping voice with a curious spontaneity, and was
sometimes very clumsy in his exposition, and sometimes very vivid.
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