He, for his part, was trying to grasp the series of unexpected reactions that had so wrecked their tete-a-tete. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. For she needed him. Even the children jeer. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. . My wife—killed me.
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