The hurricane had now reached its climax. “You poor little girl!” he cried. After all, if one could wait twenty years or more in between bouts of lovemaking, one could certainly wait a few more days. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. "As long as you please, Sir," answered the matron, dropping a curtsey. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl.
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