She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. ” “Won’t you postpone the attempt, then?” he said gallantly, “until I have done something to deserve your gratitude? You will not forget—seven-thirty, Café Maston, Boulevard des Italiennes. ” “Do you drink blood?” He stood up. He was an odd one, especially for a young man. “Her husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to see her in a carriage. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of thing; that’s my idea.
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