She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. He was not particularly grateful for the present situation. She hastened past. “You’re very nice, both of you,” she said gently. "I'll fetch it. 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. ’ ‘Then you’re mad,’ Roding said flatly, and suddenly grinned. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. She alone of them all knew that he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. He was disquieted.
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