” “I can’t seem to get out of chairs without flashing my brassiere to the whole of Creation. Shall we sit outside and drink a petit verre of something to give us an appetite while dinner is being prepared?” “Certainly not,” she answered. There was scant social life on the Sha-mien aside from masculine foregatherings, little that interested him. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. Hadn’t the stomach to admit the truth, had he? I’ll lay any money he labelled you with some foul French name as well. . She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home.
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