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"
Just
sort
of
.
Little
ole
private
?
Terribly
unattractive
?
"
"
Unattractive
.
God
!
He
looked
like
an
unwashed
Bela
Lugosi
.
"
Mary
Jane
threw
back
her
head
and
roared
.
"
Marvellous
,
"
she
said
,
coming
back
into
drinking
position
.
"
Gimme
your
glass
,
"
Eloise
said
,
swinging
her
stockinged
feet
to
the
floor
and
standing
up
.
"
Honestly
,
that
dope
.
I
did
everything
but
get
Lew
to
make
love
to
her
to
get
her
to
come
out
here
with
us
.
Now
I
’
m
sorry
I
—
Where
’
d
you
get
that
thing
?
"
"
This
?
"
said
Mary
Jane
,
touching
a
cameo
brooch
at
her
throat
.
"
I
had
it
at
school
,
for
goodness
sake
.
It
was
Mother
’
s
.
"
"
God
,
"
Eloise
said
,
with
the
empty
glasses
in
her
hands
.
"
I
don
’
t
have
one
damn
thing
holy
to
wear
.
If
Lew
’
s
mother
ever
dies
—
ha
,
ha
—
she
’
ll
probably
leave
me
some
old
monogrammed
icepick
or
something
.
"
"
How
’
re
you
getting
along
with
her
these
days
,
anyway
?
"
"
Don
’
t
be
funny
,
"
Eloise
said
on
her
way
to
the
kitchen
.
"
This
is
positively
the
last
one
for
me
!
"
Mary
Jane
called
after
her
.
"
Like
hell
it
is
.
Who
called
who
?
And
who
came
two
hours
late
?
You
’
re
gonna
stick
around
till
I
’
m
sick
of
you
.
The
hell
with
your
lousy
career
.
"
