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” She said. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream. He pretended to be unaware of the mishap. If I'd not gone mad, they would have hanged me. Perhaps that was the reason why she enjoyed preparing suppers at the Becks. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. She wished he could smoke and dull his nerves a little. They crossed the Channel in sunshine and a breeze that just ruffled the sea to glittering scales of silver. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully. "My little fancy man's quite as fond of me as of you, Bess. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground.
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