The aunt laughed. “I have nothing to say to you. It is queer, but men of education and good birth fall swiftest and lowest. Part 7 That was two days before Christmas Eve. 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. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. “What are you doing here? How dare you come to my rooms!” The man stepped into the middle of the room. Surely it was a dream.
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