Shari draped herself lazily upon her unmade bed. “He will find it difficult no doubt to alter his style of living,” she said. ” “It was an inspiration—your speaking to him?” “I felt impudent. Here we are absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. " "Anything else, Sir?" "No:—stay! you'd better not bring up any silver forks or spoons. “There is some one else whom I care for!” He laughed hardly. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline. He had only been prevented, indeed, by a fear of Mrs.
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