He scratched his upper lip reflectively. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. “My dear, can you see in this light? I think I would like to get in. I have always understood that men avoid like the plague a woman with a sense of humour.
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