He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time. But threats and entreaties—even promises were ineffectual; and the unlucky captive, after exhausting his powers of persuasion, was compelled to give up the point. Your reputation for hospitality would remain under a cloud though, for tea was distinctly mentioned. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. If they entered a shop, he paused by the doorway, as if waiting for the journey to be resumed. 167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress.
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