. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. Faugh!” She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim fingers. "Noblemen. “I believe it is. After passing Tottenham Court Road, very few houses were to be seen on the right hand, opposite Wardour Street it was open country. He kissed her once inside the car. ‘Is that a gesture of friendship?’ She stamped her foot. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed.
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