It was his particular hobby, and the leisure he had to apply to it had given him a remarkable appraising eye. Reluctantly she found him beguiling after he had eaten. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. She moved towards it slowly and picked it up, holding it out in front of her whilst the familiar perfume seemed to assert itself with damning insistence.
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