“I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. ‘You will keep yourself utterly quiet,’ he instructed, a growl in her ear as they headed for the door. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. From suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. She rested her head upon his shoulder. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. He insisted once again on opening the car door for her. 1.
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