Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. “I—I shall be all right directly. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. “She means to go. Cautiously stepping outside, he looked up towards the terrace. Wood. ” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps. Ralph. ‘Thank you,’ she said, leaning heavily on his arm for a moment.
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