Well, I'd no idea," she continued, pursuing her ruminations as she left the room, "that people of quality laughed so. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town.
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