” He retorted smartly, looking at her with mischief. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street.
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