"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. A moistened velvet touch found her tongue. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. \" That again. I hated him. She hadn't measured up; she had been stupid; she hadn't known how to make love.
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