She donned her gloves. ‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. ‘Didn’t mean to say that. “He’s got almost to like it. Or become a thorough-going typist and stenographer and secretarial expert. ” The girl received this intimation in silence, but the face that looked down upon the gas fire took an expression of obstinacy that brought out a hitherto latent resemblance between parent and child. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald grinned. These dinners, from their lavish display of ambiguous hors d’oeuvre to their skimpy ices in dishes of frilled paper, with their Chianti flasks and Parmesan dishes and their polyglot waiters and polyglot clientele, were very funny and bright; and she really liked Ramage, and valued his help and advice.
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