" Carefully depositing Winifred on a sofa, Jack then extinguished the light, and, as he unfastened the door, crept behind it. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands. ‘Monstrously unfair of you, Hilary. . ’ A laugh escaped her. She rose to the fire to stoke it. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. 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. That was the only sound he heard. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something.
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