[ "You will have to join the crowd," suggested Bobby when Percival complained of not seeing her as often as he wished]
[ "If you want to hold my hand, Mr. Hascombe, you are welcome to it"]
[ He sat on a table swinging his feet in unison with a lot of other young feet, while he sipped lemonade from the same glass as Bobby Boynton]
[ "Isn't that the prettiest thing you ever saw?" she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder]
[ "It's quite worth while," he said, "getting a jab in the wrist, to have you looking after me like this"]
[ "I'm so sorry!" whispered Bobby, putting her arm impulsively around his heaving shoulders]
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THE HONORABLE PERCIVAL
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