My husband treated me to a Paris holiday for our anniversary.

It was clear that this was womanspeak and that they were familiar with this term because there wasn't the customary smiles and laughs that usually follow such novel-type statements.

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These seemed to be talking very vehemently about something they called swat. One of these young gentlemen who had black hair and a pimpled face, seeing Peregrine, turned round and asked him how far had he gone? Where asked Peregrine, hastily. In swat! said the pimple-faced boy. What's swat? asked Peregrine Pultuney. In your studies, said he of the pimples.