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They
talked
.
He
seemed
shy
,
much
shyer
than
he
had
seemed
over
the
telephone
;
well
,
that
was
not
to
be
wondered
at
,
now
she
was
there
he
must
be
rather
overcome
,
and
she
set
herself
to
put
him
at
his
ease
.
He
told
her
that
his
parents
lived
at
Highgate
,
his
father
was
a
solicitor
,
and
he
had
lived
there
too
,
but
he
wanted
to
be
his
own
master
and
now
in
the
last
year
of
his
articles
he
had
broken
away
and
taken
this
tiny
flat
.
He
was
working
for
his
final
examination
.
They
talked
of
the
theatre
.
He
had
seen
her
in
every
play
she
had
acted
in
since
he
was
twelve
years
old
.
He
told
her
that
once
when
he
was
fourteen
he
had
stood
outside
the
stage
door
after
a
matinee
and
when
she
came
out
had
asked
her
to
sign
her
name
in
his
autograph
-
book
.
He
was
sweet
with
his
blue
eyes
and
pale
brown
hair
.
It
was
a
pity
he
plastered
it
down
like
that
.
He
had
a
white
skin
and
rather
a
high
colour
;
she
wondered
if
he
was
consumptive
.
Although
his
clothes
were
cheap
he
wore
them
well
,
she
liked
that
,
and
he
looked
incredibly
clean
.
She
asked
him
why
he
had
chosen
Tavistock
Square
.
It
was
central
,
he
explained
,
and
he
liked
the
trees
.
It
was
quite
nice
when
you
looked
out
of
the
window
.
She
got
up
to
look
,
that
would
be
a
good
way
to
make
a
move
,
then
she
would
put
on
her
hat
and
say
good
-
bye
to
him
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
rather
charming
,
isn
’
t
it
.
It
’
s
so
London
;
it
gives
one
a
sort
of
jolly
feeling
.
"
She
turned
to
him
,
standing
by
her
side
,
as
she
said
this
.
He
put
his
arm
round
her
waist
and
kissed
her
full
on
the
lips
.
No
woman
was
ever
more
surprised
in
her
life
.
She
was
so
taken
aback
that
she
never
thought
of
doing
anything
.
His
lips
were
soft
and
there
was
a
perfume
of
youth
about
him
which
was
really
rather
delightful
.
But
what
he
was
doing
was
preposterous
.
He
was
forcing
her
lips
apart
with
the
tip
of
his
tongue
and
now
he
had
both
arms
round
her
.
She
did
not
feel
angry
,
she
did
not
feel
inclined
to
laugh
,
she
did
not
know
what
she
felt
.
And
now
she
had
a
notion
that
he
was
gently
drawing
her
along
,
his
lips
still
pressing
hers
,
she
felt
quite
distinctly
the
glow
of
his
body
,
it
was
as
though
there
was
a
furnace
inside
him
,
it
was
really
remarkable
;
and
then
she
found
herself
laid
on
the
divan
and
he
was
beside
her
,
kissing
her
mouth
and
her
neck
and
her
cheeks
and
her
eyes
.
Julia
felt
a
strange
pang
in
her
heart
.
She
took
his
head
in
her
hands
and
kissed
his
lips
.
A
few
minutes
later
she
was
standing
at
the
chimney
-
piece
,
in
front
of
the
looking
-
glass
,
making
herself
tidy
.
"
Look
at
my
hair
.
"
He
handed
her
a
comb
and
she
ran
it
through
.
Then
she
put
on
her
hat
.
He
was
standingjust
behind
her
,
and
over
her
shoulder
she
saw
his
face
with
those
eager
blue
eyes
and
a
faint
smile
in
them
.
"
And
I
thought
you
were
such
a
shy
young
man
,
"
she
said
to
his
reflection
.
