She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. “There ought to be some means of getting at him,” he said. ’ ‘No, you are a gentleman,’ she agreed. If one wants a thing very much, perhaps one is inclined to think one can’t have it. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. Wood had been my father, as well as yours.
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