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It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. But a man’s opposition always inclined her to the suffrage side; she had a curious feeling of loyalty in seeing the more aggressive women through. She answered him almost coldly. " "Do you call ten guineas easy terms?" cried Wood, with a look of dismay. ” She made some inane response. Her greatest exploit was the howling before the mid-day meal. What was the wench at? Yet he could not maintain this stand off forever. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. ” 209 Clotilde was no fool. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. “Men’s waists are neither here nor there; A man scores always, everywhere.
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