Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. ” She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. “Of course, I remember now. That was what she was trying to make him understand. Now, I'll be getting along. She would ignore him. Not that he deliberately courted danger; it was rather the searcher, seeking analysis, the why and wherefore of this or that invading emotion. He bowed over her hand, venturing to drop a kiss on it’s leathery surface. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace.
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