Adieu!" And, snatching a hasty kiss, he darted after Jack. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. She discovered him sitting upon the floor beside his open trunk. Capes sat down in the armchair beside her. So, here he was, on the last lap of middle age, in China, having missed all the thrills in life except one—the war against Death. She yielded it without protest, as though unconsciously. John’s best friend’s parents were to be out of town again, he reported. Old Kesterton, choleric-looking individual nearly opposite, will curse the cooking till he’s black in the face, but he never misses a dinner. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping.
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