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"You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to
burst open the door. There’s always friction,
conflict, unwilling concessions. "If any one's to blame, it's me. ”
“Well, fuck you too. . As he pocketed it, her
open palm reached out and slapped his cheek. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small
edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided
in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his
own. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of
loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in
evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Besides," she added, blushing yet more
deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. It is difficult to express these
things.
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