For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. I’m a desperate young woman. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. She would end alone. You want industry—you want steadiness. It was very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we played it with our eyes open, and we perfectly understood the game—both of us.
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