33/90 He, not knowing, watched her all the time. He saw the arch of her neck from the shoulder, as she bent her head; he saw the coil of dun hair; he watched her moving, gleaming arms. "You're in Jordan's, aren't you ?" She drew her lace unceasing. "And did he get it ?" "Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't--which was latterly. For he's the sort that takes all and gives naught, he is--or used to be." "I think he's very decent," said Paul. |