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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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So nothing was said about Coral Bell for the moment. At times during the next few days Reginald would think, Rubbish. I'm always doing things and not telling her about them. One can't tell another person everything, and if it comes to that, she's always going out to lunch and tea, or having people to lunch and tea, and not saying anything about it. Then he would wonder if that was quite fair. Nothing is ever really the same, he thought. There are no absolute parallels in life. It was easy; then, for his mind to wander back to Coral Bell, by way of Einstein, who agreed with him about absolute parallels. She's delightful, he thought, and it isn't reasonable to suppose that a man can cut all delightful women out of his life just because he's married and in love with his wife...
All the same, if Ormsby had spent the afternoon with Sylvia, helping her to choose clothes, and had then taken her -out to tea - oh, but that's different. There are no parallels.
It was Mrs. Stoker's evening out. Every Wednesday, wet or fine, foggy or clear, she took an extraordinarily unattractive combination of busses, trains and trams to some remote corner of Willesden and had supper with a widowed sister-in-law. She did this more as an assertion of her right to an evening out than from the pleasure she got from it. A long-standing feud between the Stoker brothers, into whose intricacies, never fully explained to the wives, she and Jane had married, had caught up the Stoker widows in the emotional period of their mourning and held them as deeply involved as

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