Her tone was icy. “Eight, Cavendish Square. Wild," implored the turnkeys. The world into which she was so boldly venturing was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these paper covers. Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay. Still, it was true about men. By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid as much attention as it was in his iron nature to pay.
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