“You come into these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. Their expression was so amiable, that it would have redeemed a countenance a thousand times plainer than hers. Wait, though. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. Just now the waterchestnuts…. If you could see how it gives them souls, women who have taken things for granted, who have given themselves up altogether to pettiness and vanity. Michelle would arrive daily with a two to ten minute brief on her own dating status, her nightly dreams, grades, new family developments. He was profoundly stirred. Await me in the coach. You’re a good friend.
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