He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. His father spoke for him. “I suppose you could at least tune it for us if you know how to play. ’ ‘They wear a uniform, do they not? They march and fight with swords and shoot with guns, no?’ ‘Well, yes, miss. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand.
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