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ly: "Linda? 'Wake, Linda?"
She made no stir at all, and presently he closed the door and she heard him grumbling, then a click as he switched off his bedside lamp.
Later he began to snore, something he never did unless he had been drinking heavily.
Her drowsy time had passed, not to return. She lay for hours, looking wide-eyed into darkness, thinking.
How had Dobbin known--or guessed--she was unhappy?
She wasn't, she was neither happy nor unhappy, she was just a little lonely... wasted...
BELLAMY DRUCE began the day frugally with grapefruit, the headlines of the Herald, and coffee. It is no more than fair to state that he seemed to hold all three in one degree of disfavour. The interest he showed in the oiher dishes set forth for his sustenance and delectation on the small table in the bow-window of his sittingroom, was limited to a single jaundiced glance at the ensemble.
From the news of the day, too, he turned affronted eyes. Strong daylight on wh