’ ‘What?’ uttered Gerald, startled. ” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick. ’ She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather unnervingly, on Gerald. He grew more ardent, sliding her breasts out of the strapless bodice of her gown. She whispered, “Another car is coming,” as lights approached their car. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery.
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