Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops. She wrapped her legs about his hips as he raised himself upon straight arms, piercing her with his gaze as he thrust into her. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. He was an officer, and a person of very great sense, and altogether a desirable parti. ‘Grace à vous, I am compelled to rescue myself. "Shir Rowland Trenchard's affair— eh?" "That's it," rejoined Jonathan; "I expect him here every minute. "Why do you laugh?" she asked gravely. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. It was from Brendon.
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