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” She departed from the couch and went upstairs to find John. ” “John, maybe I don’t want to try out for orchestra right now because my heart isn’t in it. In this hour its colossal selfishness never occurred to him. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. That is what they call these aristocratic refugees, the English. ” Frenchmen, they are different. Then she had a baby and became as old as any really grown-up person, or older, and very dull. “Just think about what you are asking, John, please. There was a great splash of blood upon it, her hand was all wet and sticky. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome.
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