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           "Whatnonsense!YouknowI’vegotmoremoneythanIknowwhattodowith.Canyougrudgemethehappinessitgivesmetogetyououtofahole?"

           "It’sawfullykindofyou.Youdon’tknowwhatareliefitis.Idon’tknowhowtothankyou."

           Buthisvoicewastroubled.Poorlamb,hewassoconventional.Butitwastrue,itgaveherathrillshehadneverknownbeforetogivehimmoney;itexcitedinherasurprisingpassion.AndshehadanotherschemeinherheadwhichduringthefortnightTomwastospendatTaplowshethoughtshecouldeasilywork.Tom’sbed-sittingroominTavistockSquarehadatfirstseemedtohercharminginitssordidness,andthehumblefurniturehadtouchedherheart.Buttimehadrobbeditofthesemovingcharacteristics.Onceortwiceshehadmetpeopleonthestairsandthoughttheystaredatherstrangely.TherewasaslatternlyhousekeeperwhomadeTom’sroomandcookedhisbreakfast,andJuliahadafeelingthatsheknewwhatwasgoingonandwasspyingonher.OncethelockeddoorhadbeentriedwhileJuliawasintheroom,andwhenshewentoutthehousekeeperwasdustingthebanisters.ShegaveJuliaasourlook.JuliahatedthesmellofstalefoodthathungaboutthestairsandwithherquickeyesshesoondiscoveredthatTom’sroomwasnonetooclean.Thedingycurtains,theworncarpet,theshoddyfurniture;itallratherdisgustedher.Nowithappenedthatalittlewhilebefore,Michael,alwaysonthelookoutforagoodinvestment,hadboughtablockofgaragesnearStanhopePlace.