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George Clayton did not broach the subject of his trip that afternoon. Colonel Ellison was still decidedly out of sorts, and George knew from experience how he should be approached.
But the boy had been too long pampered and indulged to make him regard the prospect with any trepidation. The Colonel might object -- he often did that, but only to capitulate in the end in the face of his ward's importunities -- and the present case seemed only to call for a little tact.