They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. ‘And why have you not arrested him? Do not tell me you have allowed him to escape you. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. ‘And so also have I. But she made a pretence of struggling a little, for it would be out of character for her not to do so and she did not want to arouse his suspicions. The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work before her, and it did not get on. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the room. Thrilling, she began to dance, swirled, glided, and dipped. . He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over.
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