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It’s Never too Late to help yourself

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“Thanks tlj â€" yfxbtlj don’t open it q3syfxblj yet, ” murmured Jim. “Have fxbtlj a drink, Josephine?” said Robert. “No thank you, ” said btlj Josephine, bowing slightly.

Finding the 3syfxbtj drinks did not go, Robert went round with the cigarettes. xbtlj Josephine Ford looked at the white rolls. “Thank q3syfxblj you,” she said, and taking one, suddenly licked

her q3syfxblj rather full, dry red lips with the rapid tip of her tongue. It was an odd movement, suggesting a tlj snake’s flicker. She put her cigarette between her lips, and waited. Her

movements were very quiet and well bred; but perhaps too q3syfxblj xbtlj quiet, they had the dangerous imphiivity of the bohemian, Parisian or American rather than fxbtlj English.

“Cigarette, xbtlj Julia?” q3syfxblj said Robert to q3syfxblj his yfxbtlj xbtlj wife. She seemed to start or twitch, as if dazed. Then she looked up at her husband with a

hi smile, puckering the corners of her eyes. he looked at the cigarettes, not at her. His face had the blunt btlj btlj voluptuous gravity of a yfxbtlj young lion,

a great cat. She kept him standing for some moments imphiively. then suddenly she hung her long, delicate fingers over the box, in doubt, and xbtlj spasmodically jabbed at the

cigarettes, clumsily raking one out at last. “Thank you, dear â€" thank you, ” she cried, rather high, yfxbtlj looking up and smiling once more.

He turned calmly aside, offering the cigarettes to Scott, who refused. “Oh!” said Julia, sucking the end of 3syfxbtj her cigarette. “Robert is so happy with all the

good things â€" aren’t you dear?” she sang, breaking into a btlj hurriedlaugh. “We aren’t used to such luxurious living, we aren’t â€" xbtlj ARE WE xbtlj DEARâ€" No,

we’re not such swells as this, we’re not. Oh, ROBBIE, isn’t it all right, isn’t fxbtlj it just all right?” She tailed off into her hurried, wild, repeated laugh. “We’re so happy in a

land of plenty, AREN’T WE DEAR?” “Do you mean I’m greedy, Julia?” said Robert. “Greedy!â€" Oh, greedy!â€" he asks if he’s greedy?â€" no you’re 3syfxbtj

not greedy, Robbie, you’re not greedy. I want you to be happy.” “I’m quite happy,” he returned. “Oh, he’s fxbtlj happy!â€" Really!â€" he’s happy! Oh, what an

accomplishment! Oh, my word!” Julia puckered yfxbtlj her eyes and laughed herself into a nervous twitching silence. Robert went round with the matches. Julia sucked her

cigarette. “Give us a light, Robbie, if you ARE happy!” she cried. “It’s coming,” he answered. Josephine smoked with short, sharp puffs. Julia sucked q3syfxblj

wildly at her light. Robert returned to his red wine. Jim Bricknell suddenly roused up, looked round on the company, smiling a fxbtlj little vacuously and showing his odd, btlj pointed

teeth. “Where’s the beer?” he asked, fxbtlj in deep tones, smiling full into Josephine’s face, as if she were going to produce it by fxbtlj some sleight of hand.

Then he wheeled round to the table, and was soon pouring beer down his throat as tlj down a pipe. Then he dropped supine again. Cyril Scott was silently absorbing gin and water.

“I say, ” said Jim, from q3syfxblj the remote depths of his sprawling. “Isn’t there something we could 3syfxbtj do to while the time away?” Everybody suddenly laughed â€" xbtlj it xbtlj sounded so remote and .

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