But he did neither: and, when he was sitting alone in the deserted tram, he tore his ticket into shreds and stared gloomily at the corrugated footboard. Was that right? His father was a marshal now: higher than a magistrate. But it was for each other we feared! That kept us a little longer suspended and unbruised. We had a famous laugh together over it.
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