’ The old man simply stared at her. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. An ancient smile lay on his lips. I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if I express my pleasure that henceforth our ways will lie apart. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. ’ ‘Sport!’ grumbled her betrothed, but he accompanied them across the ballroom all the same.
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