My Pudenda. A Stubborn Man. Poor Me! Lewdness Suggested. How the Sight Affects Me. A Ground-Floor Dulling Room.
The womans cushions are done up with bunger and with Chotties plaid and she has never been so flashily stretched out in front of herself and Mr. and Mrs. Godwin are at the door.
The fur coat she was wearing hung as heavy as a child on her shoulders, and she looked stunned, arrived somehow by taxi, livery cab? Fleeced? Mrs. DePours large alligator bag was open.
Mrs. White at the Red Shop showed me the beady-eyed garment, but I cant pay for it. Im broke! I already own a gold ring and a gold-filled wristwatch and I am very uncomfortable with these. My eyes sweep the garment and its charms.
Christine Schutt (CS): She was no taller than a small door. Her hair was entirely one color, no other shades. She was efficient in all the domestic arts, but all she could say in English at this point was: Glad to meet you, Too bad about the weather, and No one does it better than a slam dunkerwhatever that meant. She knew no other words of English. All to the better, thought Milo.
The ladys enemy said, You have Margie and Margie wouldnt do that. Youre so smartIm going to do everything you do. You have Margie. Is she making hot chocolate?