" "How?" "Listen to me, Thames. He grew more ardent, sliding her breasts out of the strapless bodice of her gown. ‘That’s my pet name. Although she did not understand why he persisted in this pursuit of her affairs. There’s nothing a girl can do that isn’t sweated to the bone. I want you to hold me and have me SO. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Let him have his honeymoon.
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