Unless—’ Something clicked in his mind and he stared at his friend without
seeing him. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs
jogged along a narrow street. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with
her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet
dimly understanding. ”
She paused. “She has improved her style,” someone declared. ”
She lingered over her tea, and glancing around, a sudden reflection on the
change in her surroundings from the scene of her last night’s supper brought a
faint, humorous smile to her lips. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose
loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer
refuse me.
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