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“I’ll buy a new one. She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. He realized that he was committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of times. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded. Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. "Hear me, Jack!" shrieked his mother. He made her tell him the core of the difficulty. ‘You will not believe any of my very clever lies. Heard of your last escape. And, also, she wanted to borrow that money. Every eye was fixed upon the prisoner. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. They were so nearly alike that the difference would be due to a shaky hand. “One has to live and learn,” she remarked, with a passable imitation of her father’s manner. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge.
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