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THE TRESPASSER
“One of the few places where everything is friendly,” she said. “And everybody.”
“You have made so many enemies?” he asked, with gentle irony.
“Strangers,” she replied. “I seem to make strangers of all the people I meet.”
She laughed in amusement at this mot. Siegmund looked at her intently. He was thinking of her left alone amongst strangers.
“Need we go—need we leave this place of friends?” he said, as if ironically. He was very much afraid of tempting her.
She looked at the clock on the mantelpiece and counted: “One, two, three, four, five hours, thirty-five minutes. It is an age yet,” she laughed.
Siegmund laughed too, as he accepted the particularly fine bunch of currants she had extricated for him.
