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But his lips, that were twisted in a bitter smile, twitched; he covered

his eyes with his hands

It was late the following afternoon when Soalooht still showered on the plane-trees, and in the breeze their

gay broad leaves shone and swung in rhy a waltz, an old waltz that was out of fashion,

with a fateful rhythh

nothing indeed but leaves danced to the tune

The woay, for she was tired; and from the tall

houses no one threw her down coppers She ain

It was the waltz they had played at Roger's when Irene had danced with

Bosinney; and the perfuardenias she had worn came back to

Soames, drifted by the malicious music, as it had been drifted to hi, her eyes so soft, drawing

Bosinney on and on down an endless ballroorinding her tune

all day-grinding it in Sloane Street hard by, grinding it perhaps to

Bosinney hiarette from the carven box, and walked back to

theThe tune had mesmerized him, and there ca homewards down the Square, in a

soft, rose-coloured blouse with drooping sleeves, that he did not know

She stopped before the organ, took out her purse, and gave the woman