We dine at seven-thirty. It was red and chapped. She tried to think what she should do in this eventuality or that. ’ ‘I think you—’ He broke off abruptly, astonished at what he had been about to say. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. He became angry.
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