Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square. A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. You were accused of having been seen with the latter. So I undertook to protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared, obliterating it. “Were you thinking of private apartments, a boarding-house or an hotel?” she asked. A brief calm succeeded.
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