"Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. \"Thanks for walking me home. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. He was angry. A discreet husband would leave the dispensation of his bounty, where women are concerned, to his wife. " He paused, and not without malice. “Before I took up the Suffrage,” a firm, flat voice remarked, “I could scarcely walk up-stairs without palpitations. ’ ‘She told you!’ ‘And,’ pursued Gerald, ignoring his friend’s scornful interjection, ‘that it was not always convenient to be dressed as a young girl. It's plain he don't understand our lingo; as, how should he? Take pattern by me;" and as he said this he strode up to the carpenter, and, slapping him on the shoulder, propounded the following questions, accompanying each interrogation with a formidable contortion of countenance.
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