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Chapter 56
She poked investigatingly among the chocolates, and finally selected a delectable morsel with epicurean care. "You haven't told me about the polysyllabic young man," she reminded. "He has held my heart in b*****e since he said to Pete Hamilton yesterday in the store—ah—" She leaned and barely reached a slip of paper which was lying upon a row of books. "I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it," she explained parenthetically. "He said to Pete, in the store, just after Pete had tried to say something funny with the usual lamentable failure—um—'You are mentally incapable of recognizing the line of demarcation between legitimate persiflage and objectionable familiarity.' Now, I want to know what sort of a man, under fifty and not a college professor, would—or could—say that without
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