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Down The Road, Consider The Benefits of An sUV.
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here. We’re all right, aren’t we?” s4pct he said loudly, turning to the stranger with a grin that showed his pointed teeth. s4pct Aaron gave a brief laugh of 4pct acknowledgement.
“How many children have you?” sang Julia from 2s4pct her distance. “Three.” pct “Girls or boys?” “Girls.” “All girls? Dear little things! How old?”
“Oldest eight — youngest nine months —” “So small!” sang Julia, with real fqr2s4pt tenderness now — Aaron dropped his head. “But you’re going home to them, aren’t you?” said Josephine, lfqr2s4ct in whose
eyes the tears had already risen. He looked up at her, at her tears. His face had the same pale perverse smile. “Not tonight,” he said. 2s4pct
“But why? You’re 4pct lfqr2s4ct wrong!” cried 4pct Josephine. He dropped his head and fqr2s4pt became oblivious. “Well!” said Cyril Scott, rising at 4pct last with a bored
exclamation. “I think I’ll retire.” 2s4pct “Will you?” said Julia, also rising. “You’ll find your candle outside.” She went out. Scott bade r2s4pct good night, and followed her.
The four people remained in the room, quite silent. Then Robert rose and began to walk about, agitated. “Don’t you go back to ’em. Have 4pct a night out. You stop
here tonight,” Jim said suddenly, in a quiet intimate tone. The stranger turned his head and looked at him, considering. “Yes?” he said. He seemed to be smiling coldly. 2s4pct
“Oh, but!” cried Josephine. “Your wife fqr2s4pt and your children! Won’t they be awfully bothered? Isn’t it r2s4pct awfully unkind to them?”
She rose in her eagerness.He sat turning up his face to her. She could not understand his expression. “Won’t you go home to them?” she said, hysterical. r2s4pct
“Not tonight, ” he replied quietly, again smiling. “You’re wrong!” she cried. “You’re wrong!” And so she hurried out of the room in tears. lfqr2s4ct
“Er — what bed do pct you propose to put him in?” asked Robert rather officer-like. “Don’t propose at all, my lad,” replied Jim, r2s4pct s4pct ironically —
he did not 2s4pct lfqr2s4ct like Robert. Then to the stranger he said: “You’ll be all r2s4pct right on the couch in my room?— it’s pct a good couch, big lfqr2s4ct enough, plenty of
rugs —” His voice was easy and intimate. Aaron looked at him, and nodded. They had another drink each, and at last the two set off, 4pct
rather stumbling, upstairs. Aaron carried his bowler hat with him. Robert remained lfqr2s4ct pacing in the drawing-room for some time. Then he went out, to return in
a little while. He extinguished the lamps and saw that the fire was safe. Then he went pct to fasten the window-doors securely. Outside he saw the
uncanny glimmer of candles across lfqr2s4ct the lawn. He had half a mind to go out and extinguish 4pct them — but he did not. So he went upstairs and the house was quiet. Faint crumbs of
snow were falling outside. When Jim woke in r2s4pct the morning Aaron had gone. Only on the floor were two packets of Christmas-tree candles, fallen from the stranger’s .
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<p align="right" style="font: 13px;">“How many children have you?” sang Julia from iefj5d her distance. “Three.” j5d “Girls or boys?” “Girls.” “All girls? Dear little things! How old?” </p>
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eyes the tears had already risen. He looked up at her, at her tears. His face had the same pale perverse smile. “Not tonight,” he said. iefj5d </p>
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<p align="left" style="font: 12px;">“But why? You’re fj5d z3spief5d wrong!” cried fj5d Josephine. He dropped his head and 3spiefjd became oblivious. “Well!” said Cyril Scott, rising at fj5d last with a bored </p>
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<p>exclamation. “I think I’ll retire.” iefj5d “Will you?” said Julia, also rising. “You’ll find your candle outside.” She went out. Scott bade piefj5d good night, and followed her. </p>
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The four people remained in the room, quite silent. Then Robert rose and began to walk about, agitated. “Don’t you go back to ’em. Have fj5d a night out. You stop </p>
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<p align="center">here tonight,” Jim said suddenly, in a quiet intimate tone. The stranger turned his head and looked at him, considering. “Yes?” he said. He seemed to be smiling coldly. iefj5d </p>
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<p align="left">She rose in her eagerness.<I>He sat turning up his face to her. She could not understand his expression. “Won’t you </I>go home to them?” she said, hysterical. piefj5d </p>
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“Not tonight, ” he replied quietly, again smiling. “You’re wrong!” she cried. “You’re wrong!” And so she hurried out of the room in tears. z3spief5d </p>
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“Er — what bed do j5d you propose to put him in?” asked Robert rather officer-like. “Don’t propose at all, my lad,” replied Jim, piefj5d efj5d ironically — </p>
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he did not iefj5d z3spief5d like Robert. Then to the stranger he said: “You’ll be all piefj5d right on the couch in my room?— it’s j5d a good couch, big z3spief5d enough, plenty of </p>
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rather stumbling, upstairs. Aaron carried his bowler hat with him. Robert remained z3spief5d pacing in the drawing-room for some time. Then he went out, to return in </p>
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uncanny glimmer of candles across z3spief5d the lawn. He had half a mind to go out and extinguish fj5d them — but he did not. So he went upstairs and the house was quiet. Faint crumbs of </p>
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snow were falling outside. When Jim woke in piefj5d the morning Aaron had gone. Only on the floor were two packets of Christmas-tree candles, fallen from the stranger’s .</p>
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