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LUCY GOES TO PROM
She ended up sewing her own dress for Prom out of
sateen and tulle leftover from Shari’s sewing days. Who could say that
the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces,
cherchez la femme, every time. \" He said, as he threw his trash into the
can on the way out. “Who do you think cares for your children as you
dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. He's as
generous as he's frolicsome. Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is
called an “ideal. Something forbade him to draw her toward him and seal the compact with a kiss. What!—add
another drop to her cup? Who knows? Any day they may find me. ”
The lady stood away from the door. . It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the
others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the
blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum
things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his
mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential
admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and
general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in
Marylebone. "Well, without immediate care he would have passed out.
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