Somehow logic could not explain her. ‘Yes, I thought you’d say that. He would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part she did not care to refuse. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. “I will be off,” she declared. She was caught by some of the bystanders, who offered by her every assistance in their power. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work.
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