We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. ” Her hands fell to her side. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water. She had unaccountable gleams of sympathy with and liking for him. But he didn’t marry her. It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in Marylebone. ’ ‘Was it?’ Her lips twitched. His client’s story is safe with him. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. “How are you feeling?” She asked.
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