"I say we, because Miss Rachel and I have
struck up a match. ‘Pen and paper, do you have them?’
‘Danged if I have,’ came the truculent response. ”
“No,” cried Miss Miniver, almost vehemently. “You can’t imagine,” he said, “what a beastly thing a furtive love affair can
be. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he
bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. ”
The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and
fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and
memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying
wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe. . “Indeed,” she said, “it was very fortunate that I should have met you this
afternoon. It doesn't look bad, does it?"
"Mercy, no! That wasn't the thought. ‘I must, for that the pig has already gone to monsieur le baron.
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