\" Mike retorted churlishly. Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion. Only of course I must begin something else at once. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. The girl only smiled at him serenely, but she laid her hand for a moment quietly upon his. It is so difficult. ’ She gave him a straight look. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese.
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