Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and
bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach,
rag-like. Things you would laugh at. “You see,” he said,
“you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. . ”
Then he went on to say: “Well, you’ve had your little adventure, and I hope
now you’ve had enough of it. I begin to
understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all
the rest of it. He did not particularly care. He made the universe on those lines. Kneebone invariably takes part with me, when any
trifling misunderstanding arises between us. “You are the type that I want to marry someday, you’ve
got a beautiful body, such pretty eyes.
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