And then she fell into a musing about Capes. She fought him with tooth and nail. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. For what could be more ironical than for Howard Spurlock to see himself grow famous under the name of Taber? The ambrosia of which he had so happily dreamt!—and this gall and wormwood! He stood up and rapped his pipe on the rail. His high brow was what caused all the ladies in town to covet him, it radiated intelligence but also something more primal. Their heads touched again, their arms tightened. She wished he could smoke and dull his nerves a little. He just walked in a few minutes ago. His course had been observed by the watchman, who directed Wild which way to take. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation. ” “Well?” Anna remarked calmly. “Come this way,” he said. Capes sat down in the armchair beside her. If you’ve got anything to say, you must say it to your aunt—” “But look here, daddy!” He flapped the Times at her with an imperious gesture.
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