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My character is Molly Simpson, the foolish woman who gets herself into a mess with the husband of her neighbour, Fanny Jones
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A few swats on the fanny sounded
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told me she had got a sore fanny so I had to give her one up the
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It comes to our attention that, in a recent attempt to stem taxpayer losses for bad loans guaranteed by Fanny Mae and Freddie Mack, Senator Bob Corker (R-Tenn
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This is still an open case, you know? Even though no one has done sweet Fanny Adams on it since I retired
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) said, to explain why he would not vote for a GOP law to require Fanny Mae and Freddie Mac to refuse any loans where the buyer had not, at least pony up 5 % of the purchase price, (In the 60‘s, you had to have 25% to get a loan of any size
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When the conversation dies down, Fanny says, “Well, I think I’m thoroughly uncomfortable and have handled all I can
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It’s over on 56th and 8th,” Fanny says
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I fill him in on what I found out from Liz and Fanny
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You think this Fanny girl might have something to do with it?”
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From the right of the screen, Fanny falls onto the bed as if someone threw her
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He has to be the guy that wore the mask and killed Fanny Lee on the site
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Watching the dancing lobster shaking its fanny at you and oozing bubbling butter sauce is funny,’ she says
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“Oust the RKU? Oh my dear, deluded Al fanny
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traditional flamingo on front lawns: "The Granny Fanny is a piece of plywood cut and painted to resemble the back end of a plump, old woman
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As soon as Bubba closed the gate, he whistled twice and an obviously disappointed Fanny slunk around the corner of the doghouse, ears down, tail drooping with its wagged greeting barely discernible; piercing eyes followed the two strangers like radar
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I said to the lad at the time, it might be a fanny magnet he’s driving, sunshine, but he’s not going to pull a bird with that in the back
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and it fits in the fanny pack
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Buckling around her waist the fanny pack she had inherited from Nancy, she put in it her Discman CD player and connected to it a pair of light headphones, then went out to the back of the building, where she would be partially out of sight
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����������� �Ah, but such a nice fanny should be protected at all cost
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� The blue and pink windbreaker covered a belt supporting her holstered Glock 26 pistol, a small fanny pack containing money, keys and identity cards and, finally, her IPod with light earphones
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"The work is hard, the food is lacking," replied Keegan, "and I haven't been lying around in a hospital bed eating good food and playing fanny pat with the nurse
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” She said waving her fanny as she walked
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"Savoy," repeated Fanny, making a mental note, so as not to forget to ask Mrs
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"Am I keeping the fire off you?" asked Fanny after a moment, during which nothing was said, and moving her chair to one side
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"But," Fanny justified herself, "it is written on the door
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"I'm so sorry," said Fanny, hastily getting out of the chair
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Fanny, during this, was gradually making for the door
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If she, Fanny, were a really nice, kind woman, she would stay and listen, but she didn't think she could really be nice and kind, so urgent was her wish to get away
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Fanny stood a moment on the edge of the pavement, drawing in deep breaths of clear, cold purity, and ridding her clothes of what she felt was the smell of mortality
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Fanny shook her head
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Continuing along the path, Fanny came to the bend where it curved round behind the rook-filled trees, and gradually, much narrowed, returned on the south side of the garden to the iron gates again
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Such honest kissing Fanny had never seen, so whole-hearted, so vigorous
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So much preoccupied were they, so dusky was the shrub-screened comer, and so light of foot the slender, not to say emaciated, Fanny, that she was upon them before either they or she knew it
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"Oh," said Fanny, pausing, for once in her life unable to deal with a social situation
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Then there was handshaking The girl, getting up for this ceremony, showed herself as a dumpy little thing, very round in a yellow knitted jumper, tight-skinned indeed, thought Fanny, who, beholding her straightened out and unfolded, was sorrier than ever for Dwight
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This little plump thing, bursting with young ripeness through her jumper, was real substantial flesh and blood, intensely alive, almost audibly crackling with vigour; and Fanny, looking at her, felt as if her own bones were hardly covered enough for decency, and that she was nothing but a pale ghost wandered from the rapidly cooling past, strayed into a richly warm generation to which she in no way belonged
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"I'm so sorry, Dwight," was all Fanny could think of to say, after a painful silence, as they walked slowly back the way she had come
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All Oxford, by the time Fanny got back to the inn where she had lunched, was having tea
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Nevertheless, she wasn't pleased; and when Fanny, opening the door hesitatingly, said: "If I don't smoke, may I stay here a little while?" she answered, almost as grudgingly as she would have before she had had her nap, her tea, and her buttered toast, "The management would no doubt say you may," and went on with her game just as if nobody were there
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Fanny looked round at her absently
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Was it possible, then, thought Fanny, to be content with so little? To be stripped of everything that made life lovely, and not mind? But perhaps she wasn't stripped, because there hadn't been anything to strip
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"Yes," said Fanny, reaching across and ringing the bell by the fireplace, "I think I will
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"It's quite natural," said Fanny quickly, the more quickly because it wasn't
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There is no doubt that Fanny that day had had a good many blows, and a small extra one like this didn't very much matter; so she only thought: "Poor old thing, she isn't contented after all, or she wouldn't be sour
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The old lady, however, wasn't at all defenceless, and would intensely have objected if she had known Fanny was preparing to be kind
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At this the old lady took off her spectacles, laid them aside, and looked at Fanny curiously
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"My general prospects! Heavens--my general prospects," repeated Fanny, with a wry smile
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"That's the man," said Fanny, pausing in her pouring out, teapot in hand
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"It seems to me," said Fanny, filling her cup while the old lady's words failed her, "that far from being complete strangers we've grown extraordinarily intimate
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"I wonder why you say that," interrupted Fanny
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"Yes," agreed Fanny, searching in her bag and finding and lighting a cigarette
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Fifty," said Fanny, getting up and putting on her hat in front of the glass over the fireplace with the minute care of habit, and just as if hats still mattered
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"But I'm something else besides," said Fanny, tucking in a curl and examining the effect, just as if curls still mattered
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There was only one stop before Paddington, and all the way up to Slough, alone in her compartment, Fanny addressed herself to thought
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George was the sort of man, thought Fanny, one should only be with when one was at one's best
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"It was Job," said Fanny, and pushed herself upright, out of his arm
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Never bothered you, has he, since you got rid of him? Played the game decently, eh? He was very much in love with you, poor devil--God, how much in love!" grinned George, as long-forgotten visions of Job, the hardest-headed man of money in Europe, abject with adoration following Fanny about at parties, never taking his eyes off her, flushing if she threw him half a look, trembling when she came near him, emerged again through the swamp of years
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But Fanny was too indignant to be placated
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Going home in the taxi, Fanny, her head held as high and her eyes as shining as they had been that morning when she left Sir Stilton's consulting-room, defiantly decided that she wouldn't be browbeaten by anybody into being sorry she hadn't forgiven Job, and that she wasn't going to put up with his haunting pranks any longer
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And when, an hour later, Manby arrived at Claridge's, bearing the whole elaborate paraphernalia without which Fanny couldn't be undressed at night or dressed again in the morning, she found her flung down, just as she was except for her hat, dead asleep across the bed
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His wife didn't know about Fanny
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Fanny was enshrined in his memory as the nearest thing to perfect loveliness he had ever known
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"You remember hearing me speak of Fanny Skeffington?" he said, though well knowing she couldn't remember, because he never had spoken of her--such being the minor duplicities which sometimes entangle husbands
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Recovering, he presently said: "I haven't seen poor Fanny for years
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"Used you to call her Fanny?" she went on
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Then she said: "Did this Fanny somebody--"
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"My dear, haven't I just told you that we all called each other by our Christian names? But now tell me, Audrey," he went on more gently, himself at this point noticing how cross he sounded, and unpleasantly surprised that merely a letter from Fanny should produce what amounted to their first--well, not quarrel, but their not being as nice as usual to each other--"tell me, Audrey, seeing that she is, as you say, quite old"--for a moment he tried to picture Fanny quite old, but didn't succeed--"and says in her letter--"
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And he began to think that perhaps Fanny had better be put off
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By the time Fanny arrived on the following Saturday afternoon--it was to be the shortest form of week-end--Audrey knew everything about her that she was to know; not all that there was to know, but all that she was to know; and Conderley, calm again, and much surprised that he should have been so angry, had amply reflected on the extent to which the wife of one's bosom is really shut out of it
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Lady Frances had never married again, Conderley told her, who, without the least intending it, gave the impression that since parting from her husband Fanny had lived an austere single life, suggesting vestal virgins to Audrey, in Charles Street, taken care of by a devoted maid, who would no doubt end in the columns of _The Times_, under the heading Faithful Service
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He quite painfully minded, now that the moment had come, meeting Fanny, and resented that Audrey, as they stood together on the steps, should put her arm through his
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Also, Manby, who got out first, was mistaken by her for Fanny
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But here was Fanny herself, bending her head so as not to knock it against the frame of the door
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Fanny had taken pains, and to Conderley, used now for years to living in the country among weather-beaten, tweed-skirted women, with a wife who did nothing to her face beyond washing it, she looked definitely improper
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"Alas, poor Fanny," he thought, wishing to goodness that he hadn't let her
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Audrey, coming forward with welcoming smiles, at once decided, in spite of never having seen one, that Fanny was every inch a _divorcée_, and was glad there weren't any other visitors
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And here he realized, with a shock, that the minute Fanny appeared on the scene, whether actually, or in a letter, or in conversation, he became annoyed with Audrey
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Not only did she suddenly feel extremely young--on the whole rather pleasant, that--but having absorbed in one lightning, all-comprehending glance everything Fanny had on, she was aware that she, Audrey, didn't know how to dress
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This depressed her, because she had always so firmly supposed she did; and it was why she went into the hall sideways, hoping Fanny wouldn't, perhaps, that way see quite so much of her at once
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Fanny, however, was just the right person to deal with shyness
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Audrey had no need to do more than pour out the tea; Fanny, who knew embarrassment when she saw it as well as any woman, did all the rest, till such time as her small hostess should have recovered
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"Do you, Fanny?" he said, flushing
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"Do read it aloud," said Fanny, lighting a cigarette--nice, thought Audrey, not to have to bother about suggesting things
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What a resource it was, Fanny thought, this reading aloud
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"There's nothing you can't do, you adorable Fanny," he cried one day, enchanted when she had managed to nip off his queen
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All this Fanny idly remembered as with her ears, but not her mind, she listened to Conderley's attractive voice
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And the wood fire leaped and crackled, and the room smelt sweet of spring flowers, and out in the garden, where thrushes were singing in the dusk, some children presently ran by, chattering and laughing, and by the way Audrey half got up and then sat down again, and by the quick transformation on her face from respectful attention to real interest, Fanny knew they must be his and hers
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She, Fanny, when it came to be her turn, would have to look to Manby
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Audrey had gone to kiss the children in their cots, a rite she performed regularly, and in the library Conderley and Fanny were for the first time by themselves
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Was this, then, thought Fanny, the way friendship ended, in feeling uncomfortable? It oughtn't to
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If he didn't look at her, it was just as though his lost Fanny were there, close to him again, in the low chair by the little table with violets on it
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Audrey's little table; Audrey's violets; but, when he didn't look at her, his Fanny
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"Changed, Fanny? In what way?" he asked, rather laboriously picking it up again
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Therefore, aware of how soon she was going to find herself married to a very old man, he did his best to be kind to the good little thing while he still had some vitality in him, and knowing that the last few days he had been cross and inclined to snap, and all, somehow, because of Fanny, he now began to perform actions symbolic of penitence, and fetched her
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He didn't want to talk about Fanny
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In religion Fanny certainly still was a Jew, not having bothered to change back again on divorcing Job
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We are all God's children, and there you are--this, if Fanny had been pressed, would have been her probable declaration
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But the trouble with you, Fanny, is that you don't know and aren't able to imagine _anything_
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On six days, then, Fanny laboured and did all that she had to do, never giving her religious status a thought, but on the seventh she remembered it, and rested comfortably in bed