"What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took
up a glass. "He called me a wanton, Hoddy. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. They sat
down at the dining room table which seemed empty and
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huge in the stark, white-walled room. Lord, I am sixty. At once. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of
your voice makes me drowsy. The world, she discovered, with these matters barred had no particular place
for her at all, nothing for her to do, except a functionless existence varied by
calls, tennis, selected novels, walks, and dusting in her father’s house. Do
you expect me, I wonder. He would get very cross one evening and no one would
dare to remind him of it. . Certainly I never met him.
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