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On the other hand, his son was a young man, and she felt that a girl ought to be offended with him, or at all events be offended before him.
"May I go with you, father?" asked his son, briskly.
The woman looked at it and then at her--at her intense little face and draggled, once fine clothes.
"If you've no Baedeker," said the son, "you'd better join us."




