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” She could not go on, for she was laughing and crying at the same time. If they entered a shop, he paused by the doorway, as if waiting for the journey to be resumed. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. He was indeed still in the throes of his bewilderment. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. Pause. The thought allured him, and therein lay the danger. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. Easily. He contrasted the lot of women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature. “You can’t imagine,” he said, “what a beastly thing a furtive love affair can be. Roddy muffed two. It was not a hopeful looking group. But I shan't let him off thus. \"What about scholarships?\" \"Can't get 'em if your parents are rich.
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