She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. Never sent for the shirt. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. Paul's are his work. Are you sure what it is you want of me?” “I want you. She met his eye for a moment in curious surprise. . ‘I see well that I am dealing with you. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more likely to weigh upon me than my own. ” She hesitated and looked for a moment straight into his eyes.
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