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He knew me, Nigel. The
lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam
commandeered from the Victoria. Ann Veronica was much impressed by a mighty trying on and altering and
fussing about Alice’s “things”—Alice was being re-costumed from garret to
cellar, with a walking-dress and walking-boots to measure, and a bride’s costume
of the most ravishing description, and stockings and such like beyond the dreams
of avarice—and a constant and increasing dripping into the house of irrelevant
remarkable objects, such as—
Real lace bedspread;
Gilt travelling clock;
Ornamental pewter plaque;
Salad bowl (silver mounted) and servers;
Madgett’s “English Poets” (twelve volumes), bound purple morocco;
Etc. "
"So am I. ’
‘Yes, I know,’ Gerald put in with an irrepresssible chuckle. The truth was
impossible, indecent. O'Higgins returned to town
and made a night of it, nothing very wild, nothing very desperate. 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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