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’
Every
sort
of
a
good
time
,
damn
it
,
every
sort
!
Dress
,
jewels
up
to
a
point
,
any
nightclub
you
like
,
know
anybody
you
want
to
know
,
live
the
pace
.
.
.
travel
and
be
somebody
wherever
you
go
.
.
.
Darn
it
,
every
sort
of
good
time
.
’
He
spoke
it
almost
in
a
brilliancy
of
triumph
,
and
Connie
looked
at
him
as
if
dazzled
,
and
really
feeling
nothing
at
all
.
Hardly
even
the
surface
of
her
mind
was
tickled
at
the
glowing
prospects
he
offered
her
.
Hardly
even
her
most
outside
self
responded
,
that
at
any
other
time
would
have
been
thrilled
.
She
just
got
no
feeling
from
it
,
she
couldn
’
t
’
go
off
’
.
She
just
sat
and
stared
and
looked
dazzled
,
and
felt
nothing
,
only
somewhere
she
smelt
the
extraordinarily
unpleasant
smell
of
the
bitch
-
goddess
.
Mick
sat
on
tenterhooks
,
leaning
forward
in
his
chair
,
glaring
at
her
almost
hysterically
:
and
whether
he
was
more
anxious
out
of
vanity
for
her
to
say
Yes
!
or
whether
he
was
more
panic
-
stricken
for
fear
she
should
say
Yes
!
-
-
who
can
tell
?
’
I
should
have
to
think
about
it
,
’
she
said
.
’
I
couldn
’
t
say
now
.
It
may
seem
to
you
Clifford
doesn
’
t
count
,
but
he
does
.
When
you
think
how
disabled
he
is
.
.
.
’
’
Oh
damn
it
all
!
If
a
fellow
’
s
going
to
trade
on
his
disabilities
,
I
might
begin
to
say
how
lonely
I
am
,
and
always
have
been
,
and
all
the
rest
of
the
my
-
eye
-
Betty
-
Martin
sob
-
stuff
!
Damn
it
all
,
if
a
fellow
’
s
got
nothing
but
disabilities
to
recommend
him
.
.
.
’
He
turned
aside
,
working
his
hands
furiously
in
his
trousers
pockets
.
That
evening
he
said
to
her
:
’
You
’
re
coming
round
to
my
room
tonight
,
aren
’
t
you
?
I
don
’
t
darn
know
where
your
room
is
.
’
’
All
right
!
’
she
said
.
He
was
a
more
excited
lover
that
night
,
with
his
strange
,
small
boy
’
s
frail
nakedness
.
Connie
found
it
impossible
to
come
to
her
crisis
before
he
had
really
finished
his
.
And
he
roused
a
certain
craving
passion
in
her
,
with
his
little
boy
’
s
nakedness
and
softness
;
she
had
to
go
on
after
he
had
finished
,
in
the
wild
tumult
and
heaving
of
her
loins
,
while
he
heroically
kept
himself
up
,
and
present
in
her
,
with
all
his
will
and
self
-
offering
,
till
she
brought
about
her
own
crisis
,
with
weird
little
cries
.
