She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. And we men would work for them and serve them in loyal fealty. . Then he had gone away. ‘I have Joan to tell me how much I look like Mary. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. I’m not a lovesick boy.
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