" "Perhaps I read of it somewhere. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. ‘You have said you do not wish to marry me,’ she accused. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. “What are you doing?” “Nothing. Shame and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly from him in a flash flood. Modern, indeed! She was going to be as primordial as chipped flint. For a time they walked in silence.
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