She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair. ’ ‘Your husband?’ Gerald tutted. I’m fine. ‘Because I love you. After these dinners they would have a walk, usually to the Thames Embankment to see the two sweeps of river on either side of Waterloo Bridge; and then they would part at Westminster Bridge, perhaps, and he would go on to Waterloo. I suppose I ought to have been a man. She cocked her head. You haven’t an idea what the sort of employment you could get there would be like, the sort of people you would be mixed up with.
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