Pierre Auguste Renoir The Boating Party Lunch painting

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Then he saw the empty whisky bottles. Pamela had started drinking, she said, some hours back, and since then she had been going at it steadily, rhythmically, with the dedication of a long-distance runner. He sat down beside her on her low, squashy sofa-bed, and offered to act as a pacemaker. "Whatever you want," she said, and passed him the bottle.
Now, sitting up in bed with a thumb instead of a bottle, his secret and his hangover banging equally painfully inside his head (he had never been a drinking or a secretive man), Jumpy felt tears coming on once again, and decided to get up and walk himself around. Where he went was upstairs, to what Saladin had insisted on calling his "den", a large loft--space with skylights and windows looking down on an expanse of communal dotted with comfortable trees, oak, larch, even the last of the elms, a survivor of the This question applies to both men and women: would you marry solely for money?
I ran into an old acquaintance (and I deliberately use the word acquaintance rather than friend) the other day who left me in no doubt that she definitely would.