She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Thank you for the books. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. Here goes. Nice goings on.
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