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MacGrath, Harold, 1871-1932

"The Voice in the Fog"

He'll never get on socially; he has too much regard for other
people's feelings."
"And no tact."
"A poor man needs a good deal of that." Killigrew began paring his
fourth chop-bone. He hadn't enjoyed himself so much in months. Thomas
had kissed Kitty and hadn't wanted to!
It would take a philosopher to dig up the reason for that; or rather a
clairvoyant, since philosophers dealt only with logical sequences, and
there was nothing logical to Killigrew's mind in Thomas kissing Kitty
when he hadn't wanted to!


CHAPTER XVIII
Sugar, coffee and spices. Thomas dipped his pen into the inkwell and
went to work. Were all American fathers mad? To condone an affront
like this! He could not understand these Americans. He had approached
Killigrew with far more courage than the latter suspected. Thomas had
read that here men still shot each other on slight provocation. Sugar,
coffee and spices. . . . Sao Paulo and valorization committee . . .
10,000,000 bags. What should he do? Whither should he turn? To have
offered that affront .


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