I had no
curiosity of that kind. Manning would on no account do, though he was tall and dark
and handsome and kind, and thirty-five and adequately prosperous, and all that a
husband should be. She flew up from her stool and faced
the door. "Ha! say you so? You must be looked to. Where's the dining room? And, say, can I have some eggs? This jam-tea
breakfast gets my goat. “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said. Her knees
almost sank beneath her as she raised the latch of the front door and looked out. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for
the direction of the sound. But why this part of the plan now
seemed to her quite unattractive was a question she did not care to examine too
closely.
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