"She wouldn't let me go. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. ’ ‘Not, I trust, Nicholas Charvill?’ ‘Hardly. The kissing of the book struck her as particularly odd, and then the policemen gave their evidence in staccato jerks and stereotyped phrases. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood.
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