It was wonderful to think this thing had lived, had felt and suffered. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. She held her hand to the place where he had slapped her. "I owe you nothing," he repeated, dully. Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. He was not in love with her en désespoir which, he said, was necessary if a man would marry without getting a dowry from his wife. She went down, flushed and light-hearted, to the Widgetts’ after lunch to make some final arrangements and then, as soon as her aunt had retired to lie down for her usual digestive hour, took the risk of the servants having the enterprise to report her proceedings and carried her bag and hold-all to the garden gate, whence Teddy, in a state of ecstatic service, bore them to the railway station. ‘Who, the émigrés?’ ‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés.
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