“Mr. She counted three on the way to the train and four more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken him to bed with not so much as a word. There had been disappointments and humiliations, and although she hated to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits. He stood away from her. They had been playing tennis, with his manifest intention looming over her. ” “She’s coming on,” said Capes. He can't play cards, either, when he's sober. ” He dared, his nostrils flaring.
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