Plote was sleeping or deaf. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. Reluctantly she found him beguiling after he had eaten. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. His glasses were gone. This year—I’ve got it badly. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones. She pointed across the road. 8.
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