He had promised her some
books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. "
"Is the poor lady alive?" asked Mrs. ‘Seen her again, have you? Well, if she’s been giving
you as much saucy impudence as I’ve had to contend with, I can only say I’m
glad of it. He was a civil servant of some
standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious,
nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he
described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather
carefully finished verse. As if we didn’t know! The practical trouble is our ages. I have forgot all about the sword until the capitaine has come. She listened, her suspicions confirmed. He was not quite sure
whether, after all, he had been wise. You didn’t even put the twelve words. 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.
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