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Updated: May 21, 2025
Presently, when she got up to leave, she found so much to say that she continually put off going. At last, when they were standing near the door, Mavis put her face provokingly near his. He bent, meaning to kiss her hair, but instead his lips fell on hers. To his surprise, Mavis covered his mouth with kisses. Windebank's eyes expressed astonishment, while his arm gripped her form.
Keep looking like that," cried Windebank suddenly. "Why?" she asked, quickly turning to him. "Now you've spoiled it," he complained. "Spoiled what?" "Your expression. Good heavens!" The exclamation was a signal for retrospection on Windebank's part. When he next spoke, he said: "Is your name, by any wonderful chance, Mavis Keeves?" "What?" "Answer my question.
She revelled in the unaccustomed security which his presence inspired. "What are you going to buy?" he asked, as they again approached Lupus Street. "Odds and ends." "You must let me carry them." She smiled a little sadly, but otherwise made no reply to Windebank's suggestion. She was bent on enjoying to the full her new-found sensation of security.
But she could not remember the address. With swimming head, she dived her hand into the pockets of her frock, but could not find Windebank's letter. "I must have left it at the office," she murmured. "What is it you want?" asked Mrs Trivett. "His letter for the address." Mr Hutton got up. "What time is it?" asked Mavis. "Just six o'clock." "The factory would be locked for the night.
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