The Mystery of Choice

not changed. Th

Every now and then she made an impulsive movement toward the heap of clothes o

and said as much to Rowden, who was as usual ruini

garden benches. He appeared at intervals at the studio door, saying, "Come along, Clifford; they don't

, but not with

solitary goldfish which lurked in the fountain under the almond trees. But Sweetheart, apparently fasc

delight in taking upon yourself the duties of a hostess. I s

hoed Rowden; "I'd

lifford shall go and make some tea directly. Mr. Rowden,

of the Japanese table, backed with it through the

and," she said, when he reappeared, "and the extra

nd alcohol lamp, I raised my head and wiped the dust from my forehead. I believe I swore a

is it,

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e help you, Jack? I can a

x of reels, and the pastel case, and our shooting boots, and the w

d Sweetheart

nd scowled a

urmured Sweetheart, "one

ought our eyes met

y!" I w

sabots, and, imitating that faithful domestic in voice and m

weetheart impatiently.

't believe that you two are deliberately getting rid of me so you

owned, and ta

retired i

mine, and a delicate colour

ve been married nearl

ur white shado