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Nevertheless, she was still fighting. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks. After all, if one could wait twenty years or more in between bouts of lovemaking, one could certainly wait a few more days. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing babies. The moral right of the author has been asserted. “I hope nothing is wrong. “This is a charming place, and I have enjoyed the rest. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly.
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