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“I’ll ruin your suit. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. "Your worry is needless. Wood did think of it, and groaned aloud. But let the horses be in readiness. "There's no outlet that way. “I can only be a few years older than you, and I have been married four years. 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. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. I suppose it depends on her own state of mind. She realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much about at dinners. "He's not to blame," said Jack, rising.
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