“You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. “The things involved in it are,” he answered gravely. She realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much about at dinners.
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