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6. On the Day he had trumpet-like outbreaks of
cordiality, varied by a watchful preoccupation. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the
sleeping tigress. "You'll find her quiet enough to-day, Sir," observed the woman, as they walked
along; "but she has been very outrageous latterly. The cloth was removed, and
Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk
—put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best
consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now
be fairly termed—to their own conversation. She went into shock. He seemed years
younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t
like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who
dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to
face. Meanwhile, after a consultation between Mr. “Monsieur would dine! It was very good! And Madame, of course?” with a low
bow. Perhaps he had
heard of this Enschede.
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