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"
You
'd
better
eat
some
yourself
,
smarty
.
My
,
but
you
're
gay
!
I
suppose
you
're
going
out
to
see
somebody
.
That
's
why
.
"
"
Right
you
are
,
Norah
.
Smart
girl
,
you
.
Five
or
six
.
Ten
to
fifteen
minutes
each
.
I
'd
call
on
you
if
you
were
nicer
.
"
"
You
would
if
you
got
the
chance
,
"
mocked
Norah
.
"
I
'd
have
you
know
I
would
n't
let
you
.
I
'd
feel
very
bad
if
I
could
n't
get
somebody
better
than
you
.
"
"
As
good
as
,
you
mean
,
"
corrected
Callum
.
"
Children
,
children
!
"
interpolated
Mrs.
Butler
,
calmly
,
looking
about
for
old
John
,
the
servant
.
"
You
'll
be
losin
'
your
tempers
in
a
minute
.
Hush
now
.
Here
comes
your
father
.
Where
's
Aileen
?
"
Butler
walked
heavily
in
and
took
his
seat
.
John
,
the
servant
,
appeared
bearing
a
platter
of
beans
among
other
things
,
and
Mrs.
Butler
asked
him
to
send
some
one
to
call
Aileen
.
"
It
's
gettin
'
colder
,
I
'm
thinkin
'
,
"
said
Butler
,
by
way
of
conversation
,
and
eyeing
Aileen
's
empty
chair
.
She
would
come
soon
now
--
his
heavy
problem
.
He
had
been
very
tactful
these
last
two
months
--
avoiding
any
reference
to
Cowperwood
in
so
far
as
he
could
help
in
her
presence
.
"
It
's
colder
,
"
remarked
Owen
,
"
much
colder
.
We
'll
soon
see
real
winter
now
.
"
Old
John
began
to
offer
the
various
dishes
in
order
;
but
when
all
had
been
served
Aileen
had
not
yet
come
.
