“Why should you mind?' she said. He brushed the remark away. 'How do you think I'm going to live if I'm never to be certain of you, day or night?' he said to her. She shrugged her shoulders. 'It's not my affair if you choose to make a fool of yourself,' she told him. There was a pause and then she said: 'You might have known this would happen. I'm nearly twenty-five, my life's my own, after all.”
Book:Julius
