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It’s my choice, Lucy. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt. “What you have said is a ridiculous falsehood,” she declared scornfully. She didn’t choose her man. There are some islands upon which he is not permitted to land any more. “We shall try again later. . It doesn’t seem to matter. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. ” He spoke of secretarial work, but even there she would need to be able to do typing and shorthand. He thrust out a rhetorical hand. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression. But when she turned her thoughts to Morningside Park she perceived the tangled skein of life was now to be further complicated by his romantic importunity.
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