’ ‘Tchah!’ He glared at her. “Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an impatient indication of the direction. She savored the sweetness of his lips, all of his great youth and passion and longed for his innocence, his complete lack of the knowledge of terrible things. She threw him his car keys. Earles said, “but this is rubbish. I have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here into Park Lane, or one of the Squares.
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