Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. Hastening along the passage he came to the sixth door. ‘Bête. ” He leaned back for his soup. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. ” He stared at her incredulously, and she laughed very softly. They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts.
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