So he goes out with girls from his group instead of me. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. You give her a daub here and there where the rust shows. He guided himself between her legs. She was suddenly grave. “You must leave me your address if you please,” he said, as she rose to go. And now, come and sit by me, my dear, and let's have a little quiet chat together. “A glass slipped from the table,” he explained. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago.
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