" "I know a man…. “You needn’t say a word more,” Mr. He grunted, and his grip gave. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. Anyhow, that is how things are. A florid-looking young woman rose up and accosted him eagerly. Lassitude?” “I suppose so.
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