He lit a cigarette and loitered about. No, don’t let me call myself that. “I am a fool,” he said. ‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie.
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