Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end. And it’s no good pretending there is one when there isn’t. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. “I am already so hungry that I shall begin on the petit pains. I am far too much the gentleman. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots.
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