Earles’ waiting-room who would march you straight off to a registrar’s office. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. He was unable to possess Lucy's hand as he had in the cinema, separated by the annoying chasm between the van's plush seats. He seldom spoke, and drank with a persistence that was sinister. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. ‘But of course. .
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