"I hate swells," said Marie, flashing round upon him.
"Do you now?"
"Like poison. What's the use of 'em? They never mean a word that they say,--and they don't say so many words either. They're never more than half awake, and don't care the least about anybody. I hate London."
"Do you now?"
"Oh, don't I?"
"I wonder whether you'd hate Frisco?"

"I hate swells," said Marie, flashing round upon him. "They never mean a word that they say. They're never more than half awake, and don't care the least about anybody. I hate London."
"Do you now? I wonder whether you'd hate Frisco?"
