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Chapter 1

           Sosheturnedwithasighandsaid,"Woulditboreyoutocomewithme,Mr.Tansley?"

           Shehadadullerrandinthetown;shehadaletterortwotowrite;shewouldbetenminutesperhaps;shewouldputonherhat.And,withherbasketandherparasol,thereshewasagain,tenminuteslater,givingoutasenseofbeingready,ofbeingequippedforajaunt,which,however,shemustinterruptforamoment,astheypassedthetennislawn,toaskMr.Carmichael,whowasbaskingwithhisyellowcat’seyesajar,sothatlikeacat’stheyseemedtoreflectthebranchesmovingorthecloudspassing,buttogivenoinklingofanyinnerthoughtsoremotionwhatsoever,ifhewantedanything.

           Fortheyweremakingthegreatexpedition,shesaid,laughing.Theyweregoingtothetown."Stamps,writing-paper,tobacco?"shesuggested,stoppingbyhisside.Butno,hewantednothing.Hishandsclaspedthemselvesoverhiscapaciouspaunch,hiseyesblinked,asifhewouldhavelikedtoreplykindlytotheseblandishments(shewasseductivebutalittlenervous)butcouldnot,sunkashewasinagrey-greensomnolencewhichembracedthemall,withoutneedofwords,inavastandbenevolentlethargyofwell-wishing;allthehouse;alltheworld;allthepeopleinit,forhehadslippedintohisglassatlunchafewdropsofsomething,whichaccounted,thechildrenthought,forthevividstreakofcanary-yellowinmoustacheandbeardthatwereotherwisemilkwhite.No,nothing,hemurmured.

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