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I’M
shaken. Then he took the pulse. But I liked to say it. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders,
the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. I forget. You had better let me go
again. I am—’
‘Like me, entirely English. ’
‘But me orders, sir? Are we to—’
‘Gad, but that’s her,’ interrupted Roding suddenly. They were very nice about
it, in memory of your father. He
would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish
and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part
she did not care to refuse. They reluctantly went
back to school the Thursday after New Year’s Day.
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