There are two or three fresh young men along the
line that can't seem to take a hint unless you knock them in the
head with it."
She cast a malevolent look at the clicking instrument. "He's
trying to square himself," she observed carelessly. "But,
unfortunately, I'm out. He seems on the verge of tears, poor
thing."
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 bondage 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.
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