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high: he leaned back in his chair, smoking a cigarette, and
with smiling eyes looked at the sleeping child. He felt very
happy. He was quite sure that he was not at all in love with
Mildred. He was surprised that the old feeling had left him
so completely; he discerned in himself a faint physical re-
pulsion from her; and he thought that if he touched her it
would give him goose-flesh. He could not understand him-
self. Presently, knocking at the door, she came in again.
‘I say, you needn’t knock,’ he said. ‘Have you made the
tour of the mansion?’
‘It’s the smallest kitchen I’ve ever seen.’
‘You’ll find it large enough to cook our sumptuous re-
pasts,’ he retorted lightly.
‘I see there’s nothing in. I’d better go out and get some-
thing.’
‘Yes, but I venture to remind you that we must be devil-
ish economical.’
‘What shall I get for supper?’
‘You’d better get what you think you can cook,’ laughed
Philip.
He gave her some money and she went out. She came in
half an hour later and put her purchases on the table. She
was out of breath from climbing the stairs.
‘I say, you are anaemic,’ said Philip. ‘I’ll have to dose you
with Blaud’s Pills.’
‘It took me some time to find the shops. I bought some
liver. That’s tasty, isn’t it? And you can’t eat much of it, so it’s
more economical than butcher’s meat.’
There was a gas stove in the kitchen, and when she had

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