‘But you,’ she said in the friendliest way imaginable, ‘are a person tout à fait
sympathique, I think. "I'd rather you went over the last four chapters, which I haven't polished yet. Spurling. So he's come around, then? That's fine. His heart was beating, but faintly and
slowly, with ominous intermissions. “Why don’t you?”
“Well, it might mean rather a row. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom
door and he returned to his basement. It is for that reason that
this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history
of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. She went past
three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of
relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night.
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