human
that he heard. But she dreaded his casual-seeming suggestions that she drink plenty of champagne; dreaded his complaints, whiney as a small boy,
gpt
Come now, Unie, show a little fire. I tell you a fellow's got a right to expect it at this time. She dreaded his frankness of undressing, of shaving; dreaded his occasional irritated protests of
human
Don't be a finicking, romantic school-miss. I may not wear silk underclo' and perfume myself like some bum actor, but I'm a regular guy ; dreaded being alone with him; dreaded always the memory of that first cataclysmic night of their marriage; and mourned, as in secret, for year on year, thousands of women do mourn.
gpt
Oh, I wouldn't care now if he had just been gentle, been considerate.... Oh, Ed _is_ good; he _does_ mean to care for me and give me a good time, but--
human
Well, little old trip made consid'able hole in my wad. I'm clean busted. Down to one hundred bucks in the bank.
gpt
Why, I thought you were several thousand ahead!
human
Oh--oh! I lost most of that in a little flyer on stocks--thought I'd make a killing, and got turned into lamb-chops; tried to recoup my losses on that damn flying-machine, passenger-carrying game that that ---- ---- ---- ---- let me in for. Never mind, little sister; we'll start saving now. And it was worth it. Some trip, eh? You enjoyed it, didn't you--after the first couple days, while you were seasick? You'll get over all your fool, girly-girly notions now. Women always are like that. I remember the first missus was, too.... And maybe a few other skirts, though I guess I hadn't better tell no tales outa school on little old Eddie Schwirtz, eh? Ha, ha!... Course you high-strung virgin kind of shemales take some time to learn to get over your choosey, finicky ways. But, Lord love you! I don't mind that much. Never could stand for these rough-necks that claim they'd rather have a good, healthy walloping country wench than a nice, refined city lady. Why, I _like_ refinement! Yes, sir, I sure do!... Well, it sure was some trip. Guess we won't forget it in a hurry, eh? Sure is nice to rub up against some Southern swells like we did that night at the Avocado Club. And that live bunch of salesmen. Gosh! Say, I'll never forget that Jock Sanderson. He was a comical cuss, eh? That story of his--
gpt
No, said Una,
human
I'll never forget the trip.