He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. I even offered him back the half interest he had sold to me. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. I am determined to fight my own little battle with the world —there must be a place for me somewhere, and I mean to find it. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. G. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped.
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