THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"That won't hurt her chances any. Most men prefer the other kind—at home."
Mrs. Martin looked at him fixedly a moment. "I wonder what she'll think of you, Tony?"
He flicked his ashes into the grate. "I assure you it's a matter of total indifference to me. I don't like girls."
"I suppose she'll think it's shocking for an old lady like me to have a beau."
"Am I a beau?"
"Aren't you?"
"No; I'm your creature—a thing you made with your own hands."
"Don't. I only helped you use what the gods gave you."
"You only saved what I was determined to destroy. Don't think I don't know what you've done, Louise."
"Tony, if you should thank me, I'd hate you!" she flung out at him.
"Even I couldn't be so altogether banal as that."
The silence grew heavy.
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