” Then she looked up at him with frightened eyes. “I was sick of the make-believe. ” Lucy said, watching people mechanically pump quarters into the till. ” Sir John, frankly oblivious of the possibility of passers-by, took her into his arms and kissed her. One of his chair coolies had witnessed the transportation of Spurlock by stretcher to the sampan in the canal. “There I can’t help,” said Capes. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk.
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