But a girl is soiled not only by evil but by the proximity of evil, and a reputation for rashness may do her as serious an injury as really reprehensible conduct. Mr. One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back. ‘Small wonder in a way that he found hisself consolation elsewhere. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. Worse than any man.
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