Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. When he had finished he took up the wine list and ordered a bottle of dry champagne. I’m a soldier, you see. It was, in fact, a group of interests quite unlike any other group, peculiar and special, and one to be thoroughly ashamed of. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror.
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