It’s no good. It must have cut him. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. What was the old tabby at? Unaccountably embarrassed, he cleared his throat. I told you no good would come of it. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall. ’ ‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico and coming down the shallow stairway.
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