Probably something he had eaten. She veiled her emotion by taking off his overcoat. Taber? There is a possibility. "What's that to you?" retorted Jack, surlily. Somebody may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. ” “It certainly was,” she admitted. ” They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river. She leaves town to-morrow. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. It seemed to her in her restored geniality that she liked Manning extremely. Maggot.
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