“. .‘Sir,’ She Said” Chapter XVIFreedom Julia had said she would be returning early, but it was in point of fact well after two that Leon Carstairs’ car drew up outside her flat in Bayswater. Her earlier mood of lassitude had returned, so that she hesitated when he asked if he might come in with her. It was late. She was tired, and her alarm clock was set for eight o’clock. “Only for a second,” he pleaded. “Just for a nightcap.” “Very well, just for a minute, then.” Wearily she climbed the stair...s. Wearily looked round the flat. Three years ago she had been very proud of it. It had been the symbol of her independence. It had looked very fresh and jolly with its new paint and its bright chair covers and curtains. That was three years ago, however, and the paint had cracked and grown discoloured, the curtains had been bleached by sunlight, the chair covers stained by cocktail juice, the edge of the mantelpiece browned by cigarette ends. It wore now a draggled and dreary air; like the emotions that it had housed, thought Julia.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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