stincts instead of sense belongs in the bushes with the dicky-birds.
No one ever knew just what happened to Jack during the next three hours. He showed up at his club about five o'clock with a mighty conceited set to his jaw, but it dropped as if the spring had broken when he caught sight of me waiting for him in the reading-room.
"You here?" he asked as he threw himself into a chair.
"You bet," I said. "I wanted to hear how you made out. You settled the whole business, I take it?" but I knew mighty well from his looks that he hadn't settled anything.
"Not—not exactly—that is to say, entirely; but I've made a very satisfactory beginning."
"Began it all over again, I suppose."
This hit so near the truth that Jack jumped, in spite of himself, and then he burst out with a really swear. I couldn't
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