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Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that
did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining
dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened
by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea
blossom. On this second excursion, forewarned, she would use no light and keep as
quiet as a mouse, she vowed, and thus refrain from attracting the attention of the
militia at the gates. “Hello?” She asked as she cradled the phone by her
ear. Perhaps she
might never come back to that breakfast-room again. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. She would meet him upon this ground: he
should never be given the slightest hint that she was unhappy. The porter instantly made his
appearance, and Sheppard ordered him to take care of the horses. She
came in now with an air of reserved solicitude.
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