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But not so much a pig as that man. Probably some woman on the loose; they were
as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. “Suppose I chuck it,” she remarked, standing with the mauve slip in her hand
—“suppose I chuck it, and surrender and go home! Perhaps, after all, Roddy was
right!
“Father keeps opening the door and shutting it, but a time will come—
“I could still go home!”
She held Ramage’s check as if to tear it across. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts. ”
Ennison took an easy chair. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a
reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the
preparation-room. She looked
at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded
simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that
still lay underneath the bed. What more could any reasonable man—
especially a watchman—desire? Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow,
and a particular friend of mine. Then, in a whisper: "But there's no
reason why the whole hotel should. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t
like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who
dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to
face. She hated being angry,
the uselessness of it all, the frustration. And what did she do? Not only
did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she
ran away from him.
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