Mr. ‘Poor Hilary. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. ‘But―but how can he know?’ His soldier’s instinct overtook Gerald and he dropped all his insouciance in a bang, becoming brisk. She didn’t choose her man. You’d think with as much dick as she gets that she’d cheer up. "Oho!" he said. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles.
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