Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. John stared palely. Miraculously, her schoolmates were so upswept in their own summer planning that they had no time to interrogate her. I made Hainault’s acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. ’ There was a chuckle in his voice. “The walk has given me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five o’clock. “You do not quite understand,” she said gently. It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. “May I sit beside you?” “It’s a very difficult one,” said her aunt.
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