I did not have to dig deep in my imagination to create the status-obsessed suburban environment of Lucy’s modern milieu. “As I have explained many a time, Lucia, the maladies of the blood and flesh do not afflict us. . Then she saw him. Besides, how am I to ride home without them?" "Don't distress yourself," returned Jack, "you shall walk. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. Just this? Parbleu, did he think this was enough? She did not wish to marry him—at least, not just because he was an Englishman. I’ve got imagination. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project.
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