He sent me flowers. Miss Garvice repeated again, and almost in the same words she used at every discussion, her contribution to the great question. Then she burst into a peal of laughter. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. ‘I suppose you think I can’t manage it myself,’ had complained Captain Roding sarcastically.
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