"Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "
"Who are you?" ejaculated Trenchard, scarcely able to credit his senses. Her husband was prouder of her every day. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. ”
“Why?” asked Hetty. Single pearls—
Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of
fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. Rich folks,
once. ” She fumbled with her keys and
opened the front door. “We have a small studio,” she murmured, “in the Rue de St. ”
“The truth!”
There was a brief but intense silence. The trees were
graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden
leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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