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Bexley Sands Inn, you remember, but he added in a postscript that in case of accident he was not to be held responsible. Rather cryptic, I thought—at the time.”
“A little Commonburg, sir?” asked Walter. “It is a very fine ripe one, and we have some fresh water-cress.”
“‘Commonburg,’ Miss Tucker? No? Then bring the coffee, please.”
A desperate silence fell between them, they who had talked unendingly for days and evenings!
When Walter brought the tray with the coffee-pot and the two little cups, Appleton suddenly pushed his chair back, saying: “Let us take our coffee over by the window, shall we, and perhaps I may have a cigarette later? Don’t light the gas, waiter—we want to see the hills and the afterglow.”
There was no avoiding it; Appleton and the waiter conveyed Tommy helplessly over to a table commanding the view and the sunset, and it was the one on which the huge
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