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We're ridiculous. We aren't quite what we want to be, and we are the more absurd because in some things we are so very near it. I don't think I want to marry. I used to, but I don't now. I certainly don't want to marry any of the underbred young men who come to this house and fall in love with me. I often wonder why I go on trying to be bright and amusing to them, and why I do my best to cover up the rough places and make things go smoothly, and cajole papa, and dress as well as I can. The hell — the awful hell of this London life WE'RE RIDICULOUS WE AREN'T QUITE WHAT WE WANT TO BE AND WE ARE THE MORE ABSURD BECAUSE IN SOME THINGS WE'RE VERY NEAR IT I DON'T THINK I WANT TO MARRY I USED TO BUT I DON'T NOW I CERTAINLY DON'T WANT TO MARRY ANY THE UNDERBRED YOUNG MEN WHO COME TO THIS HOUSE AND FALL IN LOVE WITH ME I OFTEN WONDER WHY I GO ON TRYING TO BE BRIGHT AND AMUSING TO THEM AND WHY DO MY BEST TO COVER UP THE ROUGH PLACES AND MAKE THINGS GO SMOOTHLY AND CAJOLE PAPA AND DRESS AS WELL AS I CAN THE HELL THE AWFUL HELL OF THIS LONDON LIFE
means that I wake with a fluttering in my side and feel as if the angel of death had summoned me. I'll just go into the dining-room and see what I can rescue." She returned in a minute with a champagne- bottle — still loyal to the third of its contents — and a plate and small tumbler. On the plate was a cold cutlet in aspic, and a silver fork ; on the portion of the plate which still remained untenanted were two chocolate eclairs. She was careful to keep the aspic clear of the eclairs until their turn came ; she ate rather greedily. Angela looked genuinely distressed. THE OCTAVE OF CLAUDIUS. 7 " Honesty is a poor word for Jameson," Mrs. Wyclierley remarked as she filled her glass. " Any other man would have finished the bottle. You can trust him ; that's what I feel so much about Jameson. As a tonic for the stomach I believe that there's nothing " " Oh, mamma, mamma ! " said Angela suddenly, " why do we keep on fighting ? I used to love our parties once, but I'm getting to know things. UPPER I HADN'T ANY I DARE NOT EAT WHEN I'M FEELING NERVOUS IT ONLY MEANS THAT I AWAKE WITH A FLUTTERING IN MY SIDE AND FEEL AS IF THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAD SUMMONED ME I'LL JUST GO INTO THE DINING ROOM AND SEE WHAT I CAN RESCUE SHE RETURNED IN A MINUTE WITH A CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE STILL LOYAL TO THE THIRD OF ITS CONTENTS AND A PLATE AND A SMALL TUMBLER ON THE PLATE WAS A COLD CUTLET IN ASPUS AND A SILVER FORK ON THE PORTION OF THE PLATE WHICH STILL REMAINED UNTENANTED WERE TWO CHOCOLATE ECLAIRS SHE WAS CAREFUL TO KEEP THE ASPUS CLEAR OF THE ECLAIRS UNTIL THEIR TURN CAME SHE ATE RATHER GREEDILY ANGE LOOKED GENIUSALLY DISTRESSED HONESTY IS A POOR WORD FOR JAMIESON MISSUS WITCHERY REMARKED AS SHE FILLED HER GLASS ANY OTHER MAN WOULD HAVE FINISHED THE BOTTLE YOU CAN TRUST HIM THAT'S WHAT I FEEL SO MUCH ABOUT JAMIESON AS A TONIC FOR THE STOMACH I BELIEVE THAT THERE'S NOTHING OH MAMMA MAMMA SAID ANGELA SUDDENLY WHY DO WE KEEP ON FIGHTING I USED TO LOVE OUR PARTIES ONCE BUT I'M GETTING TO KNOW THINGS
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