She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. ’ ‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. This double buffetting had sharpened her shrewdness and insight. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. This forthright dame was so excited, she could not keep still, but paced about the parlour much as Melusine had done earlier.
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