an almost magical abruptness, Julius's anger abated. "All right, son," he said quietly, "I'm going. I don't blame you any for what you've been saying. It's mighty lucky you did say it. I've been the most almighty blithering darned idiot that it's possible to imagine. Calm down"--Tommy had made an impatient gesture--"I'm going right away now--going to the London and North Western Railway depot, if you want to know." "I don't care a damn where you're going," growled Tommy. As the door closed behind Julius, he returned to his suit-case. "That's the lot," he murmured, and rang the bell. "Take my luggage down."
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