But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. “That is very nice of you,” she said. You fooled me this morning; but I overheard two old maids talking about you and the young man. Hear me, adorable girl! You know not the extent of my devotion. It was hard to resist. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. . Enough to let her find out a piece of information most urgent. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. ’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. “Sufficient unto me is the change thereof,” he said, with all the effect of an epigram. You’d think with as much dick as she gets that she’d cheer up. I wanted the magic of love.
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