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Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. " "But, man, this chap hasn't fallen soft. Her relationship with John had made her the object of desire for scores of teenage boys who had dared not previously think of her in such a way. She had learned this art in skirts, and knew well how not to be disadvantaged. “What has she told you?” “Everything. Jolly nose! he who sees thee across a broad glass Beholds thee in all thy perfection; And to the pale snout of a temperate ass Entertains the profoundest objection. She could not say who, not yet. She watched her friend rise and go towards her affianced husband, a look of mischief in her face. Wood, who were, furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own. Had he not said so? Not that she wished him to marry her. By a sort of instinct. Before proceeding to Wych Street, he called at the Lodge to see how matters were going on, and found Mrs.
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