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I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. I have been thinking these things over lately, and it seems to me that marriage for a girl is just the supremest thing in life. . You are afraid of kisses. "A hundred pounds!" exclaimed Shotbolt. . ” She paused. "Off with it to the health of King James the Third, and confusion to his enemies!" "Hold!" interposed Wood; "that is treason. I often wonder why the young always take us ancients for nambypamby creatures. ’ It was thus in stony silence that the pair traversed the short distance to Stratton Street, where Roding knocked on the major’s door and entered a pleasant woodpanelled hall, with his prisoner firmly in tow.
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