” Michelle squinted conspiratorially. She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. "That's a good story, lad. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means. “As a matter of fact, I deserve to. ’ ‘Ain’t it? Want me to give you some time with her? Not that I think she’ll tell you anything. She hated tricking Shari, whose joy for life was the only thing that made her naive enough to fall for laced iced tea or hot cocoa, depending on the season.
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