Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. “Well?” “You and all the rest of them are always lamenting that I do not marry. He was an imaginative young man. Shoplatch. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. She had been forced to buy herself that pair of boots and a walking-skirt, and the pearl necklace at the pawnbrokers’ had yielded very disappointingly.
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