She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. He saw the colossal selfishness of his act; but he could not beg off on the plea of abnormality. . " "Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?" "Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. She wondered what the problem was, why the buildup? She wanted to go to his apartment that evening but stayed herself. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity. “TROUSERS!” she whispered.
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