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"
I
knew
he
didn
’
t
want
women
.
They
’
ve
got
plenty
of
their
own
.
It
’
s
men
they
want
who
know
how
to
wear
their
clothes
and
don
’
t
spit
in
the
drawing
-
room
.
"
"
Oh
,
Jimmie
,
don
’
t
let
Michael
go
.
I
can
’
t
bear
it
.
"
"
How
can
I
prevent
it
?
His
contract
’
s
up
at
the
end
of
the
season
.
It
’
s
a
wonderful
chance
for
him
.
"
"
But
I
love
him
.
I
want
him
.
Supposing
he
sees
someone
else
in
America
.
Supposing
some
American
heiress
falls
in
love
with
him
.
"
"
If
he
doesn
’
t
love
you
any
more
than
that
I
should
have
thought
you
’
d
be
well
rid
of
him
.
"
The
remark
revived
Julia
’
s
fury
.
"
You
rotten
old
eunuch
,
what
do
you
know
about
love
?
"
"
These
women
,
"
Jimmie
sighed
.
"
If
you
try
to
go
to
bed
with
them
they
say
you
’
re
a
dirty
old
man
,
and
if
you
don
’
t
they
say
you
’
re
a
rotten
old
eunuch
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
don
’
t
understand
.
He
’
s
so
frightfully
handsome
,
they
’
ll
fall
for
him
like
a
row
of
ninepins
,
*
and
poor
lamb
,
he
’
s
so
susceptible
to
flattery
.
Anything
can
happen
in
two
years
.
"
"
What
’
s
this
about
two
years
?
"
