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" With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. Her interest grew as she read, a certain distaste disappeared. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. All at once she became aware of sounds outside. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. . His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. There are two ways to go in, you understand.
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