But I yielded. Sneers and yawns were covered with my hand. I did not go out into the street
and break a bottle in the gutter as a sign of rage. Trembling with ardour, I pretended that I was
not surprised. What you did, I did. If Susan and Jinny pulled up their stockings like that, I pulled
mine up like that also. So terrible was life that I held up shade after shade.
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