Everett Stack viewed her pretty face and all that she was trying to communicate. “Ah, I think I see,” he said.
“And now, well, when I want to end things, he’s clinging a bit too much.”
“? Really? He doesn’t impress me as the type.”
“Oh, he’s the type all right, very controlling.”
“Seems I’ve heard that before somewhere.” pursed his lips, his brow knit as though he was trying to recall. “I was hoping that his Oriental bent might add a useful aura to the place.”
“I suppose in some ways that could be beneficial,” agreed. “But to have such a controlling kind of presence there . . . well for an independent women like myself, he does come on strong. I’m not sure he’s the best thing for the Downtown Athletic Club, not when you count on so many women to ‘add to your fortunes’.”
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