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"
Damn
it
all
,
I
ought
at
least
to
know
his
name
.
"
But
he
gave
her
no
chance
.
When
the
taxi
drove
off
she
sank
into
one
corner
of
it
and
gurgled
with
laughter
.
"
Raped
,
my
dear
.
Practically
raped
.
At
my
time
of
life
.
And
without
so
much
as
by
your
leave
.
Treated
me
like
a
tart
.
Eighteenth
-
century
comedy
,
that
’
s
what
it
is
.
I
might
have
been
a
waiting
-
maid
.
In
a
hoop
,
with
those
funny
puffy
things
-
what
the
devil
are
they
called
?
-
that
they
wore
to
emphasize
their
hips
,
an
apron
and
a
scarf
round
me
neck
.
"
Then
with
vague
memories
of
Farquhar
and
Goldsmith
she
invented
the
dialogue
.
"
La
,
sir
,
’
tis
shame
to
take
advantage
of
a
poor
country
girl
.
What
would
Mrs
.
Abigail
,
her
ladyship
’
s
woman
,
say
an
she
knew
her
ladyship
’
s
brother
had
ravished
me
of
the
most
precious
treasure
a
young
woman
in
my
station
of
life
can
possess
,
videlicet
*
her
innocence
.
Fie
,
о
fie
,
sir
.
"
When
Julia
got
home
the
masseuse
was
already
waiting
for
her
.
Miss
Phillips
and
Evie
were
having
a
chat
.
"
Wherever
’
ave
you
been
,
Miss
Lambert
?
"
said
Evie
.
"
An
’
what
about
your
rest
,
I
should
like
to
know
.
"
"
Damn
my
rest
.
"
Julia
tore
off
her
clothes
,
and
flung
them
with
ample
gestures
all
over
the
room
.
Then
,
stark
naked
,
she
skipped
on
to
the
bed
,
stood
up
on
it
for
a
moment
,
like
Venus
rising
from
the
waves
,
and
then
throwing
herself
down
stretched
herself
out
.
"
What
’
s
the
idea
?
"
said
Evie
.
"
I
feel
good
.
"
