The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she entered the room, her own personal Farhat. He made it brief. Even if he were an old friend, you couldn't afford to do it. Gosse had hidden himself successfully then. “You are afraid,” she said, “that the young man who thinks that he is my husband has upset me. ‘Well, shan’t I come to the major’s house up Stratton Street, sir?’ ‘I’ll give the major your report, Trodger. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment.
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