She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. It was as if he could smell it on her. The clock struck half-past ten. Had he but known it, his outburst had done him no harm in the major’s eyes. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. She had trembled on the verge of such a resolution before, but this time quite definitely she made it.
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