He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. Or I should say—’ ‘Eugenia,’ cut in Gerald grimly. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. It would make the young wife unhappy.
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