Brendon told him the name of a distant restaurant and sprang in by her side. “By Jove!” he broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly limited. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs.
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