Passport to Paradise

Начало книги

Oliver Markham came to a standstill in his restless pacing of the room, then stared at the thick-pile carpet.

“God only knows what line she’ll take.”

As he started to stride to and fro again, he added:

“You never know with a woman. She might do anything.”

He had enough to think about, enough to arrange, without this Flora business which he must settle to-day. It wasn’t a pleasant job to tell a woman like Flora, whom he had kept for the last three years, that he was going to marry and that, therefore, their relationship must end; but, pleasant or not, he had to do this and he had to do it to-day. If only he had not told her, again and again, that he would not marry! He had encouraged her to believe that they would remain lovers—and now he had to leave her abruptly, brutally.

Again he came to a standstill but, this time, to seek distraction from a problem which became more formidable the more clearly he visualised it. Almost immediately, however, the contemplation of this large sitting-room with its new furniture created the requisite diversion.

Читать дальше →