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” She looked at him with uplifted eyebrows—a look of whimsical incredulity. That was the only sound he heard. From the sounds of it, he was better off dead. Her moods were many and always striking. . Stopping before each door, they took up the plates of the locks, examined the ponderous bolts, and were struck with the utmost astonishment at what they beheld. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. “I wrote it for you. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. But I’m generously ignorant of gems. “Well?” she said. They crossed the Channel in sunshine and a breeze that just ruffled the sea to glittering scales of silver. “You can’t imagine,” he said, “what a beastly thing a furtive love affair can be.
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