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The
rent
of
the
flat
would
be
falling
due
on
quarter
-
day
.
A
lot
of
the
things
in
it
belonged
to
her
.
He
wouldn
’
t
much
like
going
back
to
his
bed
-
sitting
room
in
Tavistock
Square
.
She
thought
of
the
friends
he
had
made
through
her
.
He
’
d
been
clever
with
them
.
They
found
him
useful
and
he
’
d
keep
them
.
But
it
wouldn
’
t
be
so
easy
for
him
to
take
Avice
about
.
She
was
a
hard
,
mercenary
little
thing
,
Julia
was
sure
of
that
,
she
wouldn
’
t
be
much
inclined
to
bother
about
him
when
his
money
flowed
less
freely
.
The
fool
to
be
taken
in
by
her
pretence
of
virtue
!
Julia
knew
the
type
.
It
was
quite
obvious
,
she
was
only
using
Tom
to
get
a
part
at
the
Siddons
and
the
moment
she
got
it
she
would
give
him
the
air
.
Julia
started
when
this
notion
crossed
her
mind
.
She
had
promised
Tom
that
Avice
should
have
the
part
in
Nowadays
because
it
fell
into
the
scene
she
was
playing
,
but
she
had
attached
no
importance
to
her
promise
.
Michael
was
always
there
to
put
his
foot
down
.
"
By
God
,
she
shall
have
the
part
,
"
she
said
out
loud
.
She
chuckled
maliciously
.
"
Heaven
knows
,
I
’
m
a
good
-
natured
woman
,
but
there
are
limits
to
everything
.
"
It
would
be
a
satisfaction
to
turn
the
tables
on
Tom
and
Avice
Crichton
.
She
sat
on
,
in
the
darkness
,
grimly
thinking
how
she
would
do
it
.
But
every
now
and
then
she
started
to
cry
again
,
for
from
the
depths
of
her
subconscious
surged
up
recollections
that
were
horribly
painful
.
Recollections
of
Tom
’
s
slim
,
youthful
body
against
hers
,
his
warm
nakedness
and
the
peculiar
feel
of
his
lips
,
his
smile
,
at
once
shy
and
roguish
,
and
the
smell
of
his
curly
hair
"
If
I
hadn
’
t
been
a
fool
I
’
d
have
said
nothing
.
I
ought
to
know
him
by
now
.
It
’
s
only
an
infatuation
.
He
’
d
have
got
over
it
and
then
he
’
d
have
come
hungrily
back
to
me
.
"
Now
she
was
nearly
dead
with
fatigue
.
She
got
up
and
went
to
bed
.
She
took
a
sleeping
-
draught
.
But
she
woke
early
next
morning
,
at
six
,
and
began
to
think
of
Tom
.
She
repeated
to
herself
all
she
had
said
to
him
and
all
he
had
said
to
her
.
She
was
harassed
and
unhappy
.
Her
only
consolation
was
that
she
had
carried
the
rupture
through
with
so
careless
a
gaiety
that
he
could
not
guess
how
miserable
he
had
made
her
.
She
spent
a
wretched
day
,
unable
to
think
of
anything
else
,
and
angry
with
herself
because
she
could
not
put
Tom
out
of
her
mind
.
It
would
not
have
been
so
bad
if
she
could
have
confided
her
grief
to
a
friend
.
She
wanted
someone
to
console
her
,
someone
to
tell
her
that
Tom
was
not
worth
troubling
about
and
to
assure
her
that
he
had
treated
her
shamefully
.
As
a
rule
she
took
her
troubles
to
Charles
or
to
Dolly
.
Of
course
Charles
would
give
her
all
the
sympathy
she
needed
,
but
it
would
be
a
terrible
blow
to
him
,
after
all
he
had
loved
her
to
distraction
for
twenty
years
,
and
it
would
be
cruel
to
tell
him
that
she
had
given
to
a
very
ordinary
young
man
what
he
would
gladly
have
sacrificed
ten
years
of
his
life
for
.
She
was
his
ideal
and
it
would
be
heartless
on
her
part
to
shatter
it
.
It
certainly
did
her
good
at
that
moment
to
be
assured
that
Charles
Tamerley
,
so
distinguished
,
so
cultured
,
so
elegant
,
loved
her
with
an
imperishable
devotion
.
Of
course
Dolly
would
be
delighted
if
she
confided
in
her
.
They
had
not
seen
much
of
one
another
lately
,
but
Julia
knew
that
she
had
only
to
call
up
and
Dolly
would
come
running
.
Even
though
she
more
than
suspected
the
truth
already
she
’
d
be
shocked
and
jealous
when
Julia
made
a
clean
breast
of
it
,
but
she
’
d
be
so
thankful
that
everything
was
over
,
she
’
d
forgive
.
It
would
be
a
comfort
to
both
of
them
to
tear
Tom
limb
from
limb
.
Of
course
it
wouldn
’
t
be
very
nice
to
admit
that
Tom
had
chucked
her
,
and
Dolly
was
so
shrewd
,
she
would
never
get
away
with
the
lie
that
she
had
chucked
him
.
She
wanted
to
have
a
good
cry
with
somebody
,
and
there
didn
’
t
seem
to
be
any
reason
for
it
if
she
had
made
the
break
herself
.
It
would
be
a
score
for
Dolly
,
and
however
sympathetic
she
was
it
was
asking
too
much
of
human
nature
to
expect
that
she
would
be
altogether
sorry
that
Julia
had
been
taken
down
a
peg
or
two
.
Dolly
had
always
worshipped
her
.
She
wasn
’
t
going
to
give
her
a
peep
at
her
feet
of
clay
.
"
It
almost
looks
as
if
the
only
person
I
can
go
to
is
Michael
,
"
she
giggled
.
"
But
I
suppose
it
wouldn
’
t
do
.
"
She
knew
exactly
what
he
would
say
.
