His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each
encounter. ‘Home?’
‘To your family. It
feels like it. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable
to the needle in the haystack. “All right?” he asked. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian
catwalk quite easily. In all her life no living
thing had had to depend upon her, not even a dog or a cat. ’
Gerald smiled. "
"Look at it, then," said Wild, giving him the portfolio. “Girl friends. "But it is much to me. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less
than his accustomed skill. “You have been very kind to me,” she said. She did not hear his approach, but continued her occupation without
raising her head.
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