“Look at our affair,” he went on, looking up at her. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. I was in the front row, and I fancied she smiled at me. Because I’m younger than you. To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do. Really they are the most beautiful things in the world. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms. I don’t want you to be sad.
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