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Blithers
fretfully. "It--it can't be that young Scoville, can it?"
"If I thought it was, I'd--I'd--" There is no telling what Mr.
Blithers would have done to young Scoville, at the moment, for he
couldn't think of anything dire enough to inflict upon the suspected
meddler.
"In any event, it's dreadfully upsetting to me, Will. She--she won't
listen to anything. And here's something else: She declares she won't
stay here for the ball on Friday night."
Mr. Blithers had her repeat it, and then almost missed the chair in
sitting down, he was so precipitous about it.
"Won't stay for her own ball?" he bellowed.
"She says it isn't her ball," lamented his wife.
"If it isn't hers, in the name of God whose is it?"
"Ask her, not me," flared Mrs. Blithers. "And don't glare at me like
that. I've had nothing but glares since you went away. I thought I
was doing the very nicest thing in the world when I suggested the
ball. It would bring them together--"
"The only two it will actually bring together, it seems, are those
damned prize-fighters.


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