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 garding her almost shamefacedly. . . I'm going to work.

Going to work!

Yes, he hurried on, I've got to do something. I'm not satisfied. My life is too empty.

Reflect, Paulet, reflect ere you make this decision. Campaspe's face was wreathed in a series of ironic smiles, subtly blending one with the other.

Paul remained silent, even grave.

What do you intend to do? Campaspe attempted to demand with more seriousness.

I thought, perhaps. . . there were strangely uncharacteristic breaks between the words. . . Cupid might take me in. He must have loads of jobs in his brokering place.

It's quite possible. I'll ask him.

You'll do that, 'paspe!

Of course. Don't be an ass, Paulet. Of course, I'll do that. More and more, as she observed this butterfly of long acquaintance turning back into a chrysalis, she was puzzled and amazed. Only try to think, Paulet. . . she tasted her orange to give her query a more casual air. . . is it O'Grady who has put you up to this, or just your life with Vera?

Damned if I know, 'paspe. I think I was bored, but I saw no way out. Then I met O'Grady. He seemed to be having such a jolly time working, working at such tough jobs, too. There's something about him—you'll feel it yourself when you know