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‘One has to think of oneself in those things, don’t one? I
shouldn’t mind marrying, but I don’t want to marry if I’m
going to be no better off than what I am now. I don’t see the
use of it.’
‘If you cared for me you wouldn’t think of all that.’
‘P’raps not.’
He was silent. He drank a glass of wine in order to get rid
of the choking in his throat.
‘Look at that girl who’s just going out,’ said Mildred. ‘She
got them furs at the Bon Marche at Brixton. I saw them in
the window last time I went down there.’
Philip smiled grimly.
‘What are you laughing at?’ she asked. ‘It’s true. And I
said to my aunt at the time, I wouldn’t buy anything that
had been in the window like that, for everyone to know how
much you paid for it.’
‘I can’t understand you. You make me frightfully unhap-
py, and in the next breath you talk rot that has nothing to
do with what we’re speaking about.’
‘You are nasty to me,’ she answered, aggrieved. ‘I can’t
help noticing those furs, because I said to my aunt...’
‘I don’t care a damn what you said to your aunt,’ he inter-
rupted impatiently.
‘I wish you wouldn’t use bad language when you speak to
me Philip. You know I don’t like it.’
Philip smiled a little, but his eyes were wild. He was
silent for a while. He looked at her sullenly. He hated, de-
spised, and loved her.
‘If I had an ounce of sense I’d never see you again,’ he

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