He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. “Some day you will be my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to remember that in these unhappy days you and I were separated. So there is no escape. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers.
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