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Lady just arrived in a big Murchester saloon, sir.
I have kept my poor
manwaiting nearly two hours.
I am much more easy to get on with than I usedto
be.
She was looking at his hands resting on the chair. Stroke, on Christophers
right, a ruddy, dark lad with roving eyes,grinned affectionately.
She had some
exquisite jewellery, and a sense ofhumour.
When she had gone Kit stood in the
doorway of his room staring atnothing.
And, O, before I forget, my friends at
Bathhave asked me to go on there to-morrow.
It is not mybusiness to coach your
feelings. He looked athis neat brown shoes, and his well-cut, well-pressed grey
trousers. He had not needed her, and did not needher.
He seemed both aware of
the darkeyes and unaware of them. Hot and satisfied, they left him with a
wildly ruffled head andwent below. She had controlledher fire more coolly; she
had cared less; she had carried heavierguns. She leaned forward and lowered the
window.
All life is willing and choosing, andChristopher would have to will and
to choose.
Knowing her of old he would have expected her to have hadthose grey
hairs treated. Personally, I donot wish you to have anything to do with
her.
Itwas a strange and rare letter for a father to write to a son.
He told
himself thata man got out of date.
He looked athis neat brown shoes, and his
well-cut, well-pressed grey trousers.
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