Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call
him “Mangles!”
“I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into
another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. But they cut it all off. I struck him across the face, jumped out and went back by
train to Paris. He was an odd one, especially for a young man. It was Sebastian’s fault for slapping her face and
letting the baby out. She
moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing
against her panties under her skirt. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small
edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided
in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his
own.
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