She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. “I think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. ” “I am going to ask more than a favour,” she said slowly. ” He ducked out. He filled her glass with champagne. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne.
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