You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. “You see, daddy, I don’t think it IS preposterous. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom. "I am glad you think that," she replied. Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. “Well, you certainly did very well at tea,” she remarked. I followed you home on the train.
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