"You want him?" "Please!" said Ruth. We were fellow passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers in the Rue d’Entrepot. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded. And of course! She had a brilliant idea. White. The modern parts of the book were inspired by my worldview of high school as pure, unadulterated Hell.
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