Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. "She has flown up stairs," replied the widow. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such matters, Quilt could not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from the numerous flower-beds past which they were driving. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. Hoddy! All her fears fell away. Years ago I marked out an intinerary for myself; but the trip never materialized. The houses loomed progressively larger as one strode up the block, growing from ranch to two-story, from squat 1950's modern to stately 1890's palace.
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