He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living. “The life of a private secretary is positively one of slavery. He got out in much the same way from the Gatehouse,—stole the keys, and passed through a room where I was sitting half-asleep in a chair. She remained for a few moments standing as though listening to his retreating footsteps. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy. And now her mind was so full of the thought that she was in love—in love!—that marvellous state! that I really believe she had some dim idea of talking to him about it.
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