Here was one that subtly mocked her. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. Had romance to be banished from life?. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded. Why did you go back to your old look? Don’t take it personally, Lucy, but sometimes you look like you are trying to dress ‘poor’ or something. If you love me, do not allude to this subject again. ‘Ah, the tragedy. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. ‘Prudence? This name I have heard it spoken. Sheppard, fervently. This was unscrupulous, he admitted, because he had no intention of following through on the seductive promise in his conduct. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. I've no doubt he's as honest as either of you. I love you—unendurably.
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