I recalled it was in February that he had departed from the college, years earlier.
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"Perhaps we had better go home," I said.
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Cabot continued to stare out the window, watching the neon snow drifting aimlessly down to the gray, trampled sidewalk.
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"I love her," said Cabot, not really speaking to me.
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"Who?" I asked.
Cabot watched it, between swallows of Scotch.
He seemed to be morose, moody.
I recalled it was in February that he had departed from the college, years earlier.
"Perhaps we had better go home," I said.
Cabot continued to stare out the window, watching the neon snow drifting aimlessly down to the gray, trampled sidewalk.
"I love her," said Cabot, not really speaking to me.
"Who?" I asked.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )