He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. There was nothing to be got out of the man. Said Prudence, with commendable human kindness: "My sister and I are going on to Shanghai and Peking. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. Let him have his honeymoon. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. I'll tell you what. There it was—to be borrowed.
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