But she could see that Diane watched her more closely now, and in a cat-like way. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content. ’ ‘Lord, yes,’ agreed Gerald, in mock horror. I am absolutely certain that up to the present we have escaped all notice, and I do not believe that any casual observer would take us for English people. Her patience was waning fast.
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