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I'll go alone. You observe that I am, as usual, fairly
cheerful, and moderately amiable. She danced with two
others. Places, I found, were daily given away,
And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay. She
would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard,
even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory
of his ardor. No one spoke to her. “Well, you’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room,
but did I show you the basement?” He asked. We always go out to dinner
on holidays. The new and the old cancelled out;
his daughters became quasi-independent dependents—which is absurd. It must be my fault that you have not
learnt that your husband is the man to come to—at such a time as this. She had never even brought a friend home in
her time at the Becks, let alone been asked on dates.
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