She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. Jesus! They just wouldn’t let up about you after you played the violin for them. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman.
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