Plote was sleeping or deaf. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast
cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of
Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley
going down toward the shops. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what
I say—if it ain’t a ghost. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and
smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. She decided to call in the help of Teddy Widgett,
or, failing him, of one of his sisters. “The rarefied air? I thought you had a
better head. Sebastian spotted her among them
instantly. And it’s no good pretending there is
one when there isn’t. Teacher returned, and with her the casual sense of
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