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Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. . . . So now I will say nothing more to you, and you will please to say nothing more to me, for I do not reply. Manning, all this sort of thing is very well as sentiment, but does it correspond with the realities? Are women truly such angelic things and men so chivalrous? You men have, I know, meant to make us Queens and Goddesses, but in practice—well, look, for example, at the stream of girls one meets going to work of a morning, round-shouldered, cheap, and underfed! They aren’t queens, and no one is treating them as queens. “So, since when does a grown man have to sneak behind the Laundromat to smoke a cigarette?” She asked 115 him. I had left Paris. "Souls," she answered, drily. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. I would have liked to know. “I believe that he would bore me. “To tell you the truth, I am a little dull. . ‘You are rude, and stupide, and altogether a person with whom I do not wish to speak.
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