’ ‘But you mind that I say I do not trust you. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. ” She turned herself to one side and propped her head in her hand. Teddy overtook her, a little out of breath, his innocent face flushed, his straw-colored hair disordered. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. "I am not," replied Thames; "but I insist upon your taking it back at once. Habits and tastes are no longer the same. She felt like a dried-up old woman. I was a novelty. His tie had demanded a struggle; he ought to have taken a clean one after his first failure. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters.
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