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All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. He wouldn't require my aid, but before I stopped Jonathan's mouth, he had ordered him to be doubly-ironed, and constantly watched. She was ushered into the back of the squad car. “You cannot seriously believe,” he said, “that at the present moment I care a snap of the fingers whether I have any dinner or not. We are in love. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain.
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