He sent me flowers. He would discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing clearness. \" His brown eyes were tired and full of concern. He no longer made love to her, as there was no point. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes.
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