Um. ‘See that writing table? Go and look in the drawer there. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. He had invited himself to dine with her merely to watch her table manners. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. I was worried. The signal of distress was evidently understood.
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