Two questions flash into his head, the question-marks looming particularly large for the time of day. Recently he has taken to flirting with the shop-assistant in a fearful fashion, like a dog sliding towards her on its side, eager for play yet expecting the rod, and today as soon as she's caught sight of him entering her shop, she has said, obviously for the amusement of the other shop-girls and perhaps for his: "Oh dear! Not you again." He cowers involuntarily, his legs springing apart like the heifer that has just been dealt the slaughterman's bolt. Two questions flash into his mind - has she been thinking of him and come to some sort of decision? (quickly followed by) what sort of a man is it to whom one can say "oh dear not you again"? Surely there exist men about whom no-one would ever say those words.
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