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           Greatpuddingythighsinblackpudding-cloth,orleanwoodensticksinblackfuneralstuff,orwell-shapedyounglegswithoutanymeaningwhatever,eithersensualityortendernessorsensitiveness,justmereleggyordinarinessthatprancedaround.Notevenanysensualitylikeherfather’s.Theywerealldaunted,dauntedoutofexistence.

           Butthewomenwerenotdaunted.Theawfulmill-postsofmostfemales!reallyshocking,reallyenoughtojustifymurder!Orthepoorthinpegs!orthetrimneatthingsinsilkstockings,withouttheslightestlookoflife!Awful,themillionsofmeaninglesslegsprancingmeaninglesslyaround!

           ButshewasnothappyinLondon.Thepeopleseemedsospectralandblank.Theyhadnoalivehappiness,nomatterhowbriskandgood-lookingtheywere.Itwasallbarren.AndConniehadawoman’sblindcravingforhappiness,tobeassuredofhappiness.

           InParisatanyrateshefeltabitofsensualitystill.Butwhataweary,tired,worn-outsensuality.Worn-outforlackoftenderness.Oh!Pariswassad.Oneofthesaddesttowns:wearyofitsnow-mechanicalsensuality,wearyofthetensionofmoney,money,money,wearyevenofresentmentandconceit,justwearytodeath,andstillnotsufficientlyAmericanizedorLondonizedtohidethewearinessunderamechanicaljig-jig-jig!Ah,thesemanlyhe-men,theseflaneurs,theoglers,theseeatersofgooddinners!Howwearytheywere!weary,worn-outforlackofalittletenderness,givenandtaken.Theefficient,sometimescharmingwomenknewathingortwoaboutthesensualrealities:theyhadthatpullovertheirjiggingEnglishsisters.