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CHAPTER VIII
HE TIFFINS
Mr. Wrenn, chewing and chewing and chewing the cud of thought in
his room next evening, after an hour had proved two things; thus:
(a) The only thing he wanted to do was to go back to America at
once, because England was a country where every one--native or
American--was so unfriendly and so vastly wise that he could
never understand them.
(b) The one thing in the world that he wanted to do was to be
right here, for the most miraculous event of which he had ever
heard was meeting Miss Nash. First one, then the other, these
thoughts swashed back and forth like the swinging tides. He got
away from them only long enough to rejoice that somehow--he
didn't know how--he was going to be her most intimate friend,
because they were both Americans in a strange land and because
they both could make-believe.
Then he was proving that Istra would, and would not, be the
perfect comrade among women when some one knocked at his door.
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