“You were talking to that fellow Ramage to-day—in the Avenue. Sheppard. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. At least until we graduate. ‘He destroyed the papers?’ ‘That’s right,’ Roding said, throwing her a glance of frowning surprise, as if he had not rated her intelligence so high. Section 3. One gets a lot more fun married. " "Advanced them rather," replied Gay, in the same tone. He would be off her case just as soon as his fever for her broke and he found a lover, and she imagined he must have plenty of girls from ritzy families lining up to choose from. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate.
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