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They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. ‘Never mind where. He stole his chance and thrust his hand towards hers. The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. She leaned back as he climbed on top of her and kissed her mouth again. Then, after Capes had been through her work and had gone on, it came to her that the fabric of this life of hers was doomed to almost immediate collapse; that in a little while these studies would cease, and perhaps she would never set eyes on him again. Unless—’ Something clicked in his mind and he stared at his friend without seeing him.
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