“I wonder,” she
said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided,
“I’ve written too many already. That's a queer yarn. The world, she discovered, with these matters barred had no particular place
for her at all, nothing for her to do, except a functionless existence varied by
calls, tennis, selected novels, walks, and dusting in her father’s house. Daughters were not like sons. " Upon which, he plunged his
oars deeply into the stream, and the bark shot from the strand. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. Jack! Mon dieu, but he
was unarmed.
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