" "Ah. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. . I have gone without dinner for three nights, and—come in. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. I want you to be my lover. I do not think that you will dare to marry anybody else.
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