![]() ![]() "Basil, do you think Imogen can have been having an affaire with Adam, really?" "She told me she lunched with Adam before she came down." "She's been very odd all the evening, I consider." "I knew she would be, you shouldn't have made me read it." "My dear, I'm far too tired to be in a rage with anybody. Don't get drunk and wake me up, will you?" "I must draw a picture of Adam fascinating a rabbit," and then, "Imogen, you're not "Oh, Basil, how marvellous." "Poor Adam, I never thought of him as Dublin, of course You won't hate me"-and he smoothed out the piece of "Imogen, tell him you won't be in a rage with him." This always happened when Basil played paper games. ![]() "Do you know, I don't think I can read mine. ![]() A yarn of the good old days of broad trousers and high necked jumpers ![]()
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