“May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. For a time I didn't know we'd ever find you. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. She let her mind run into dreams of that cloud paradise of an altered world in which the Goopes and Minivers, the Fabians and reforming people believed. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. ’ She spoke with difficulty, holding down the rising emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. “This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. " All day long the phrase interpolated her thoughts. Here her strength completely failed her, and she was compelled to seek some repose. "Women are always balling up and muddling clean cases.
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