He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. ’ ‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm. She moved then, fast, taking refuge behind a Chinese screen that was set beside the four-poster at the back of the room. ‘Cajolery? This is not your style. She didn’t choose her man. ‘Well?’ she said. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Playing became a way of escape.
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