I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket. “My husband and all his friends are fools, and the life they lead is impossible for me. ’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. I don't believe he is much past forty. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves.
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