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"Ah! you're so very particular," sighed Mrs. She would always be going to and fro
up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things:
a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry. The
children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. . Born on a South Sea island, she said. Through all
he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that
things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one
moved. Outside stood a
stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased
mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Quite right. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never
seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. “I wonder if you will?”
“Let me say one thing,” he said.
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