She ignored his question. ’ She stopped, her lips tightening. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. I can imagine nothing more pleasant in life than to help you, because I know it would pay to help you. Why did he imagine she was making this journey to England? She feigned interest. Wood obeyed. “Thanks to you. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus.
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