I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. But you don’t particularly want to do the job that sets you free—for its own sake. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. He kissed her cheek. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. Her eyes seemed to be looking backwards.
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