She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. “I say!” he said, without any movement. It depresses one, you know. She had expected a love story; and love was totally absent.
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