She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. He drove her home that night, kissing her again and again at stoplights. She was acquiring truths, but in a series of shocks rather than by the process of analysis. Now she was to be married to him and it horrified her. “And somehow or other,” she added, after a long interval, “I must pay Mr. ’ ‘You surprise me. That is what they call these aristocratic refugees, the English.
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