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           Youdon’twanttowearthedark?"

           "No."

           "Margiewillbedressedtothenines."

           "MargielikesOldDobbin."

           "Howdoyouknow?"

           "Shetoldme."

           "Shedidnot."

           "Wrotealettertothepaperaboutit."

           "Beserious.Youaregoingtobenicetoher?"

           "I’mgoingtomakelovetoher."

           "I’dthinkyou’dliketowearthedark—withhercoming."

           "Look,flowergirl,whenIcamein,Ididn’tgiveadamnwhatIworeornothing.IntwoshortmomentsyouhavemadeitimpossibleformetowearanythingbutOldDobbin."

           "Justtobemean?"

           "Sure."

           "Oh!"shesaidinthesametoneAllenhadused.

           "What’sfordinner?Iwanttowearatietomatchthemeat."

           "Roastchicken.Can’tyousmellit?"

           "GuessIcan.Mary—I—"ButIdidn’tgoon.Whydoit?Youcan’tbuckanationalinstinct.She’dbeentotheChickenBargainDayattheSafeRiteStore.CheaperthanMarullo’s.OfcourseIgotthemwholesaleandIhaveexplainedtoMarythecome-onbargainsatthechainstores.Thebargaindrawsyouinandyoupickupadozenotherthingsthataren’tbargainsjustbecausethey’reunderyourhand.Everyoneknowsitandeveryonedoesit.

           MylecturetoMaryManyflowersdiedafoaling.TheNewEthanAllenHawleygoesalongwiththenationalfolliesandusesthemwhenhecan.

           Marysaid,"Ihopeyoudon’tthinkIwasdisloyal."

           "Mydarling,whatcanbevirtuousorsinfulaboutachicken?"

           "Itwasawfulcheap."

           "Ithinkyoudidthewise—thewifelything."

           "You’remakingfun."