Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. Her eyes followed him. There is a musical programme, and we have the windows open and blinds up, and a pink lamp shade over the piano lamp—a sort of advertisement of the place, you know. I am really in earnest. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. I don’t classify.
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