She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. It isn’t the same thing. An admirable alternative presented itself and she sighed, spreading her hands. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and Thackeray and Hugo. She really must not go to that affair. It would make the young wife unhappy.
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