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III

Coming out of the office, Beatrice Lippincott called, “Lily.” An adenoidal girl with a giggle¹ and

pale boiled-gooseberry eyes responded to the summons.

“Can you manage for a bit, Lily? I’ve got to see about some linen².”

Lily said, “Oh, yes, Miss Lippincott,” gave a giggle and added, sighing gustily³: “I do think

Mr. Hunter’s ever so good-looking, don’t you?”

“Ah, I’ve seen a lot of his type in the war,” said Miss Lippincott, with a world-weary air.

“Young pilots and suchlike from the fighter station. Never could be sure about their cheques.

Often had such a way with them that you’d cash the things against your better judgment⁴. But, of

course, I’m funny that way, Lily, what I like is class. Give me class every time. What I say is a

gentleman’s a gentleman even if he does drive a tractor.” With which enigmatic

pronouncement Beatrice left Lily and went up the stairs.

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