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His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality;
they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then
frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. The eyes left him, searching beside the chair
for her cane. Her hair was washed for her also. She had
just managed to reach it, grabbing for the handle, when the enemy’s cracked
command halted her. The girl was in the game now, and that narrowed the circle. She opened this and
scrambled out—a thing she had not done for five long years of adolescence—
upon the leaded space above the built-out bath-room on the first floor. 82
She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its
heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. Her fingers rested upon his. Men and women
are not established things; they’re experiments, all of them. I'm a stickler about clothes and clean chins.
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