“What do you mean, hanging round with my wife?” he answered fiercely. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. " "There, now! You mustn't get mixed. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. Accounted extremely pretty in her youth, her features and person expanded as she grew older, without much detriment to their original comeliness. . " "Horror!" cried Jack. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. We’re hedged about with discretions— and all this furniture—and successes! We are successful at last! Successful! But the mountains, dear! We won’t forget the mountains, dear, ever. ’ ‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. Do anything to please you, Vee. I get the worst headaches.
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