She never knew what became of her farmer after that. ’ I said. Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. . “Good luck! Good luck!” She waved from the window until the bend hid him. The door to the room in question was closed. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion.
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