Out of the Past — page 120: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. ‘117 “Awful! They seem to think you’re not a man, but a sort of warning to men—a guide post with signs—so many miles to perdition; so many miles to be saved, if you turn to the right, etc.” “You scandalized them?” “Couldn’t help it,” ruefully. “Smoking too much for them?” “Nope. I left that in college with my slang—a Jolly big mistake. Hadn’t a notion that golf was a sin and foot- ball next door to murder, and a moonlight sail the jaws of the devil!” “Jack; I believe you flirted.” “Nary a flirt in town. All thin little spinsters who didn’t dare smile at me.” “You see you are handsome,” bending her merry face over her yarns. “T was once, but those spinsters pickled me.” Here Rose lost her gravity. “But, Jack, you know you believe in your calling,” she remonstrated. “Y-es. If I can ever find a congregation that will look at it as I do.” “Don’t you remember the nobility of man we used to talk about?” GOMmicdoo Sri