“Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. 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. He never felt any need to explain himself. Public school. I met a Hindu a few weeks ago who was a Harvard man. . He resolved to judge for himself. Give me this picture. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. His age was not far from fifty. John finally wrested her away from the company of his parents, insisting that he wanted to take a walk in the park before it was completely dark.
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