“I do not know what you mean,” he said, “but if you are referring to any little coolness since our marriage let us never speak of it again. “There, there, now. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions. And think things out. “Feel better. Before there is any change, any real change, I shall be dead—dead—dead and finished—two hundred years!. ’ ‘You mean I need not have said it? Damnation. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way.
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