Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. They fell in a diapason of smashes. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. ’ All at once Mrs Sindlesham looked across at him, a sharp question in her eyes. ‘You will keep yourself utterly quiet,’ he instructed, a growl in her ear as they headed for the door.
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