He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. ‘But what in the world was she doing at Remenham House?’ ‘Your quickness is astounding, Lucy,’ Gerald told her admiringly. It fell with a clatter to the floor. ‘But it is entirely myself,’ she exclaimed aloud. She kissed him with a closed mouth, not as recklessly as she was tempted to do. She was consumed by misery and hate. . He stood back and held her shoulders. In Singapore that had been her only dissipation: a dozen pairs of silk stockings. He had not considered this aspect of the business. “Of course, one lives differently in Paris, but then—Paris is Paris.
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