”
“I wasn’t jesting,” said Capes, abruptly. The fact that it was her trusted
friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an
insignificant thing in her mind. “Hello, Gwen!” said Ann Veronica, trying to put every one at their ease. F. Man or
woman. A creature of convenience, she
could have cared less if her children were carried away by
drunkards on the street. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that
did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining
dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened
by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea
blossom. The Morning Post was hungry for governesses and nursery governesses,
but held out no other hopes; the Daily Telegraph that morning seemed eager only
for skirt hands.
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