” He went to the window and fidgeted with the blind, looking out to where the tree-tops of Regent’s Park showed distantly over the houses. Some of the hotel guests can act as witnesses. Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. One day I can be a Gothic chick, and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. ‘Was this when Nicholas commended you to this Abbess?’ ‘But, yes. Though there is something to be said for your idea of a secret convent, at least as a hiding place.
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