Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. “Indeed, no,” he answered. Could she understand what she was talking about? Luckily it was a second-class carriage and the ordinary fellowtravellers were not there. She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing. It had been a trying day. He went more easily this time.
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