He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. I want to make you feel that here is a place where the crowd does not clamor nor ill-winds blow. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. “Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet particuliar with me?” He became radiant with anger. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. He felt her observance and warmed to it. I rarely set foot in London these days.
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