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"
Do
n't
you
want
to
get
married
?
"
Justine
looked
scornful
.
"
Not
bloody
likely
!
Spend
my
life
wiping
snotty
noses
and
cacky
bums
?
Salaaming
to
some
man
not
half
my
equal
even
though
he
thinks
he
's
better
?
Ho
ho
ho
,
not
me
!
"
"
Honestly
,
you
're
the
dizzy
limit
!
Where
do
you
pick
up
your
language
?
"
Justine
began
cracking
eggs
rapidly
and
deftly
into
a
basin
,
using
one
hand
.
"
At
my
exclusive
ladies
'
college
,
of
course
.
"
She
drubbed
the
eggs
unmercifully
with
a
French
whisk
.
"
We
were
quite
a
decent
bunch
of
girls
,
actually
.
Very
cultured
.
It
is
n't
every
gaggle
of
silly
adolescent
females
can
appreciate
the
delicacy
of
a
Latin
limerick
:
There
was
a
Roman
from
Vinidium
Whose
shirt
was
made
of
iridium
;
When
asked
why
the
vest
,
He
replied
,
"
Id
est
Bonum
sanguinem
praesidium
.
"
