He drew a little sigh of relief. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. If he adhered to this policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of recollection. “You were going to answer it?” “Certainly not!” she said deliberately. The Well Hole. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. ” He shook her diminutive hand.
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