"I think you're all bewitched," she cried. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. She should be lifted out of her narrow little life, and it should be all owing to him. One day it was gone. "His wife is still living," returned Kneebone, drily. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game.
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