My wife doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand now. "Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. A father is in debt, we'll say. She went out into the hall, where she met the Jedsons in their kimonos. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. He had, he felt, to create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her.
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