He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. ‘Come, Hilary. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. “You’re self-taught, aren’t you, Lucy?” She looked around the table, all eyes upon her. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character. Rumors had it he had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled muscles, but those days were long gone. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside.
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