was most exhilarating to whiz through the pitchy black roads, and think how, only a few minutes before, we had been shivering like lost souls beside two tons of refractory iron.
Well, so we all got home, and as we stood there on the gravel, hardly knowing how to separate, nor very much wanting to, mamma said she hoped our acquaintance wouldn't end there, and that her day was Friday. And papa said, "You bet, of course you must come," and demanded his card, explaining that he was Mr. Tillinghast, of the K. and O.
"I'm afraid to give it to you," said Mr. Marsden, reluctantly drawing a card from his pocket, and smiling queerly as he held on to it tight, and wouldn't let papa take it. "I've been unfortunate enough to incur—Well, it has to come out sooner or later, Mr. Tillinghast, and why not now? I am George Marsden."
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