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There were times, too, during those next few days, when he wondered if he had not exaggerated their incompatibility. Natalie was unusually pleasant. She spent some evening hours on the arm of his big chair, talking endlessly about the Linndale house, and he would lean back, smiling, and pretend to a mad interest in black and white tiles and loggias. He made no further protest as to the expense.
"Any plans for to-day?" "I'll just play around. I'm lunching out, and I may run out with Rodney to Linndale. The landscape men are there today." She picked up the newspaper as though to end the discussion.
"Every inch a soldier, Graham," he chuckled. "Still have to use a hook and eye at the bottom of the coat blouse," he corrected himself. "But I'm getting my waist-line again. How's the whoa!" he called, as Elinor wrapped the rope around his carefully putted legs. "Infernal animal!" he grumbled. "I just paid a quarter to have these puttees shined. How's the family?" "Mother has gone to Linndale.
He knew she was spending most of her days at Linndale, and he had a vague idea that she and Rodney together had been elaborating still further on the plans for the house. It was the furtiveness of it rather than the fact itself that troubled him. He was open and straightforward himself. Why couldn't Natalie be frank with him? It was Mrs.
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