”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings. She was chaffing him about being taken for Meysey Hill, and suggested
that he should be presented to me as the millionaire. Ennison kicked it away with his foot. The carpenter did not
hesitate a moment. "
"All right. She had lost it. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that
read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. ‘Signed by a priest at Le Havre, so it
must be true.
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