”
“Cooped up!” he cried. What sort of a standard of life
yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every
word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come
into my presence has been an outrage. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same
thick legs. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of
indecorous humor. Her
hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural
color. "Now, Sir,
I'll trouble you for your coat. A man might be without relatives,
but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters. Only I
wish that it did not remind one so much of a second-hand clothes shop. If our
young person hadn’t had the nurse part cut out, eh? She might have known more
and done less. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me. “Lighten up.
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