She would become defensive—what she did would be the
thing that mattered. “Close your eyes. Nothing to do; nothing for the
hands, the mind, the heart. The woollen-draper was no
despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and fork
were child's sport compared with those of Mr. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of
the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down
between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat
and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern
appliance, the electric dryer. "You didn't spend it?"
"I never intended to spend it—any more than I really intended to steal it. He kissed her
fingers and grinned. Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s
face muscles tighten. Besides, he was a Yale man.
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