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“I know that our social order is dreadful enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as Miss Miniver. —I'll give him the edication of a prig,—teach him the use of his forks betimes,—and make him, in the end, as clever a cracksman as his father. There are times when you make me feel a little thing at your feet—a young, silly, protected thing. Sara Darnell was a sprightly, svelte twenty-five year old who was known for serving detentions at meter maid frequency, if only to be taken marginally more seriously by the predominantly male Lincoln High Science Department. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes. ’ ‘I could have done so at the first and saved you the pain,’ she told him merrily.
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