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y of joining each other, in
their poses and their ways of separating, something special and
characteristic and pertaining to themselves only, as if they had
been made for each other.
What he couldn't understand was why Mrs. Travers should have put
off his natural curiosity as to her latest conference with the
Man of Fate by an incredible statement as to the nature of the
conversation. Talk about dresses, opera, people's names. He
couldn't take this seriously. She might have invented, he
thought, something more plausible; or simply have told him that
this was not for him to know. She ought to have known that he
would not have been offended. Couldn't she have seen already that
he accepted the complexion of mystery in her relation to that man
completely, unquestionably; as though it had been something
preordained from the very beginning of things? But he was not
annoyed with Mrs. Travers. After all it might have been true. She
would talk exactly as she liked, and even incredibly, if it so
pleased her, and make the man hang on her lips. And likewise she
was capable of making the man talk about anything by a power of
inspiration for reasons simple or perverse. Opera! Dresses!
Yes--about Shakespeare and the musical glasses! For a mere whim
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