And here against a wall were the plumtrees. ’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. If not, I have plenty to think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards. He moved slightly, and she went on, with a slight catching of her breath: “It’s a bother and disturbance, but you see—” She had to go through with it now, because she could think of nothing but her preconceived words. There was none. Annabel thought, and thought again. I do not blame you for the act. We have played at a little mild lovemaking again. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil.
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