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For a long time he stared at the empty doorway. We don’t consider each other; we needn’t. She could not help herself. The garçon was tipped as he had never been tipped before in his life. But a time will come (and that before long,) when our sex will assert its superiority; and, when we have got the upper hand, let 'em try to subdue us if they can. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of determined women at war with the universe. “There was an accident with a pistol in Miss Pellissier’s room,” he said.
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