In the rush of commuters he did not see her boarding his train. “Married already,” he said, with his mouth full. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. “Well, if I find your conversation interesting I shall listen.
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