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Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. And that brought them to vegetarianism and teetotalism, and the young man in the orange tie and Mrs. Stop it. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. She went next day to the schools, and her world seemed all made of happiness just worked up roughly into shapes and occasions and duties. Where was the message? Where was Gerald? Until he came back, what was there for her to do? Eh bien, it made no sense to do anything. Yet she never once thought of changing it. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded.
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