The fire still burned brightly. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. She would become defensive—what she did would be the thing that mattered. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. She gurgled. Marry, come up! I've been a great deal too charitable. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. It is so that I may marry an Englishman. “It was unpleasant while it lasted, but it is over —and my toasted scones are delicious.
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