After a while he spoke again. He would
get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop
in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint
at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. She was too delicate, too
fragile to survive out there. If I told you the facts, I expect, since you are
in love with me, you’d explain the whole business as being very fine and
honorable for me—the Higher Morality, or something of that sort. “Do not force me to take you seriously,” she continued. She floundered deep. “You could have a talk to Miss Kitty Brett this afternoon, if you liked. ‘That is not your affair. I'm ready to bear it all. He might miss at this
distance. But he did not find the sword of monsieur le major, for this
sergeant would have recognised it and told me that I am arrested again.
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