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the pattern which the sun makes on the ground, shining
through the trees, look at that sky—why, I should never
have seen that sky if I hadn’t been to Paris.’
Hayward thought that Philip choked a sob, and he looked
at him with astonishment.
‘What’s the matter with you?’
‘Nothing. I’m sorry to be so damned emotional, but for
six months I’ve been starved for beauty.’
‘You used to be so matter of fact. It’s very interesting to
hear you say that.’
‘Damn it all, I don’t want to be interesting,’ laughed Phil-
ip. ‘Let’s go and have a stodgy tea.’

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