The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. I somehow understood. She had nothing to say for herself. The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean.
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