She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. “I can’t conceive what you want. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. ” She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two pieces of luggage. Not many years ago, two men, employed on this duty, quarrelled during the night, and in the morning their bodies were found stretched upon the pavement of the yard beneath. ’ ‘Consider me warned,’ said Gerald solemnly. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her. As time went on, she began to think Martha had been mistaken. It is a serious accusation. It was as much as I could do to prevent him flying out of the house there and then and coming after you. The spring can't be opened on this side. The world, she discovered, with these matters barred had no particular place for her at all, nothing for her to do, except a functionless existence varied by calls, tennis, selected novels, walks, and dusting in her father’s house.
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