And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. At last—I told a story. Was there anything he could do! "No, Hoddy; nothing. ” After a pause, she added, “Do you mind fetching back my recalcitrant cavalier. ’ She eyed him. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. It presented itself in the likeness of a great, gray, dull world—a brutal, superstitious, confused, and wrong-headed world, that hurt people and limited people unaccountably. But a man is a mixed creature. It wasn’t pretty. “Happened! Oh, many things,” she declared indolently.
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