‘Where is Gérard?’ ‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. There was no longer any risk in association with her.
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