If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. ‘If you did not want me to talk of it,’ she told him with characteristic insouciance, ‘you should not have mentioned the matter to me. “I expect it is pretty well in shreds by now. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. “Idiots!” she said, when she heard this pandemonium, and with particular reference to this young lady with the throaty contralto next door. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. “You’d have to think how to get in between his bones.
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