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"
Well
,
I
think
that
’
s
nice
,
"
said
Baby
.
"
No
,
it
isn
’
t
,
"
he
insisted
to
the
anonymous
bundle
of
fur
.
"
Good
manners
are
an
admission
that
everybody
is
so
tender
that
they
have
to
be
handled
with
gloves
.
Now
,
human
respect
—
you
don
’
t
call
a
man
a
coward
or
a
liar
lightly
,
but
if
you
spend
your
life
sparing
people
’
s
feelings
and
feeding
their
vanity
,
you
get
so
you
can
’
t
distinguish
what
SHOULD
be
respected
in
them
.
"
"
I
think
Americans
take
their
manners
rather
seriously
,
"
said
the
elder
Englishman
.
"
I
guess
so
,
"
said
Dick
.
"
My
father
had
the
kind
of
manners
he
inherited
from
the
days
when
you
shot
first
and
apologized
afterward
.
Men
armed
—
why
,
you
Europeans
haven
’
t
carried
arms
in
civil
life
since
the
beginning
of
the
eighteenth
century
—
"
"
Not
actually
,
perhaps
—
"
"
Not
ACT
-
ually
.
Not
really
.
"
"
Dick
,
you
’
ve
always
had
such
beautiful
manners
,
"
said
Baby
conciliatingly
.
The
women
were
regarding
him
across
the
zoo
of
robes
with
some
alarm
.
The
younger
Englishman
did
not
understand
—
he
was
one
of
the
kind
who
were
always
jumping
around
cornices
and
balconies
,
as
if
they
thought
they
were
in
the
rigging
of
a
ship
—
and
filled
the
ride
to
the
hotel
with
a
preposterous
story
about
a
boxing
match
with
his
best
friend
in
which
they
loved
and
bruised
each
other
for
an
hour
,
always
with
great
reserve
.
Dick
became
facetious
.
"
So
every
time
he
hit
you
you
considered
him
an
even
better
friend
?
"
