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“Thanks hwg — xrlihwg don’t open it y68xrliwg yet, ” murmured Jim. “Have rlihwg a drink, Josephine?” said Robert. “No thank you, ” said ihwg Josephine, bowing slightly.
Finding the 68xrlihg drinks did not go, Robert went round with the cigarettes. lihwg Josephine Ford looked at the white rolls. “Thank y68xrliwg you,” she said, and taking one, suddenly licked
her y68xrliwg rather full, dry red lips with the rapid tip of her tongue. It was an odd movement, suggesting a hwg snake’s flicker. She put her cigarette between her lips, and waited. Her
movements were very quiet and well bred; but perhaps too y68xrliwg lihwg quiet, they had the dangerous imphiivity of the bohemian, Parisian or American rather than rlihwg English.
“Cigarette, lihwg Julia?” y68xrliwg said Robert to y68xrliwg his xrlihwg lihwg wife. She seemed to start or twitch, as if dazed. Then she looked up at her husband with a
hi smile, puckering the corners of her eyes. he looked at the cigarettes, not at her. His face had the blunt ihwg ihwg voluptuous gravity of a xrlihwg young lion,
a great cat. She kept him standing for some moments imphiively. then suddenly she hung her long, delicate fingers over the box, in doubt, and lihwg spasmodically jabbed at the
cigarettes, clumsily raking one out at last. “Thank you, dear — thank you, ” she cried, rather high, xrlihwg looking up and smiling once more.
He turned calmly aside, offering the cigarettes to Scott, who refused. “Oh!” said Julia, sucking the end of 68xrlihg her cigarette. “Robert is so happy with all the
good things — aren’t you dear?” she sang, breaking into a ihwg hurriedlaugh. “We aren’t used to such luxurious living, we aren’t — lihwg ARE WE lihwg DEAR— No,
we’re not such swells as this, we’re not. Oh, ROBBIE, isn’t it all right, isn’t rlihwg it just all right?” She tailed off into her hurried, wild, repeated laugh. “We’re so happy in a
land of plenty, AREN’T WE DEAR?” “Do you mean I’m greedy, Julia?” said Robert. “Greedy!— Oh, greedy!— he asks if he’s greedy?— no you’re 68xrlihg
not greedy, Robbie, you’re not greedy. I want you to be happy.” “I’m quite happy,” he returned. “Oh, he’s rlihwg happy!— Really!— he’s happy! Oh, what an
accomplishment! Oh, my word!” Julia puckered xrlihwg her eyes and laughed herself into a nervous twitching silence. Robert went round with the matches. Julia sucked her
cigarette. “Give us a light, Robbie, if you ARE happy!” she cried. “It’s coming,” he answered. Josephine smoked with short, sharp puffs. Julia sucked y68xrliwg
wildly at her light. Robert returned to his red wine. Jim Bricknell suddenly roused up, looked round on the company, smiling a rlihwg little vacuously and showing his odd, ihwg pointed
teeth. “Where’s the beer?” he asked, rlihwg in deep tones, smiling full into Josephine’s face, as if she were going to produce it by rlihwg some sleight of hand.
Then he wheeled round to the table, and was soon pouring beer down his throat as hwg down a pipe. Then he dropped supine again. Cyril Scott was silently absorbing gin and water.
“I say, ” said Jim, from y68xrliwg the remote depths of his sprawling. “Isn’t there something we could 68xrlihg do to while the time away?” Everybody suddenly laughed — lihwg it lihwg sounded so remote and .
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