"You think our sex has no feeling, I suppose, Sir," cried Mrs. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. Keep your eye upon the lad. I shall have no faith in future in bolts and bars. Part 8 “Why should I ever come back?” she said to herself, as she went down the staircase. ” She shook her head.
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