If
I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. He recalled with exasperating perplexity her clear, matter-of-fact tone as she
talked about love-making being unconvincing. "Oh, Rollo, there are so many things I don't know! But you love me, don't you?"
Rollo wagged his stump violently and tried to lick her face. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat. 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.
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