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           Dubonnetchosetobein;atwhichtheyouthflushedandbowedhiscorrectlittlebow.Itwasallperfectlycorrect.AndyetRichardcouldn’thavesaidthattosavehislife!Whythesepeoplestoodthatdamnedinsolencehecouldnotconceive.Hughwasbecominganintolerableass.RichardDallowaycouldnotstandmorethananhourofhissociety.And,flickinghisbowlerhatbywayoffarewell,RichardturnedatthecornerofConduitStreeteager,yes,veryeager,totravelthatspider’sthreadofattachmentbetweenhimselfandClarissa;hewouldgostraighttoher,inWestminster.

           Buthewantedtocomeinholdingsomething.Flowers?Yes,flowers,sincehedidnottrusthistasteingold;anynumberofflowers,roses,orchids,tocelebratewhatwas,reckoningthingsasyouwill,anevent;thisfeelingaboutherwhentheyspokeofPeterWalshatluncheon;andtheyneverspokeofit;notforyearshadtheyspokenofit;which,hethought,graspinghisredandwhiterosestogether(avastbunchintissuepaper),isthegreatestmistakeintheworld.Thetimecomeswhenitcan’tbesaid;one’stooshytosayit,hethought,pocketinghissixpenceortwoofchange,settingoffwithhisgreatbunchheldagainsthisbodytoWestminstertosaystraightoutinsomanywords(whatevershemightthinkofhim),holdingouthisflowers,“Iloveyou.”Whynot?Reallyitwasamiraclethinkingofthewar,andthousandsofpoorchaps,withalltheirlivesbeforethem,shovelledtogether,alreadyhalfforgotten;itwasamiracle.