Chapter 13 reject

When I met a pretty girl, I begged her, "Come with me." And she walked silently, throwing out the following words: "You are not famous dukes, and you are not good-natured Americans of Indian stature, with straight, quiet eyes, whose skin is moistened with prairies and water country climates, and you have not traveled to their great lakes But, I don't know where to find it, well, I beg you, don't be stupid, why would such a beautiful girl like me go with you?" "You forget, you don't have a smoking car behind your back to drive you around the alley, those gentlemen, the pictures of your followers are hidden in your clothes, I didn't see them, they may be halfway A county, following your ass, muttering words, blessing you. I haven't seen these people. In all fairness, your corset is very good. But your thighs and buttocks are just a part of the abstinence A kind of compensation. Your dress is of wrinkled amber fabric, which entertains us all as it did last autumn. You still laugh.—the body is a matter of life and death—not all the time, of course.”

"We both have our reasons, so let's each keep our own. We'd better go home, isn't it?"