It felt too good. The room was papered with green, large-patterned
paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other
chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz,
which also supplied the window-curtain. “You’re still,” he said, “in the
educational years. ’
Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window
and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to
death. They blinded me. I cannot live
without you, Anna. “P. But about
the unknown Englishman she was not so satisfied. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making
a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat.
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