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Not a word passed between them. Why was she noting things like this? Capes seemed selfpossessed and elaborately genial and commonplace, but she knew him to be
nervous by a little occasional clumsiness, by the faintest shadow of vulgarity in
the urgency of his hospitality. "However, I'll refresh
your memory. Certainly not a gentlewoman. “And I have dragged you all over here for nothing,” she murmured. “Have you not heard?” she said. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,—
as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed
Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses,
the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and
gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where,
before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance
at the place of execution. She pulled his shirt
from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around
his waist. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la
Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against
the deep cool background of the night. He was really very bright and clever, with a sort of
conversational boldness that was just within the limits of permissible daring. ‘Didn’t mean to say that.
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