“I lied, as I would have committed a murder, or done any evil deed sooner than lose you. "Your faults were the faults of circumstances. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. "These writer chaps are queer birds. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. I have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here into Park Lane, or one of the Squares. “Let me show you something.
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