It was empty. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. The house was invisible from the road, and yet enormous once within view. There was little fighting spirit here. Each became frightfully aware of the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek, of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist.
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