Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. The lady reseated herself, watching him expectantly. Set yourself to find it out, if you will—but if you do, never dare to call yourself my friend again. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Never mind.
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