“Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. Pearls too! I mean it. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. ‘Point it at me.
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