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Clavering left his chair and wandered up the aisle. He felt none of his usual impatience for the beneficent cigarette. Was he hit? Hardly. Inquisitive, certainly. But he had seen so many provocative shells. Vile trick of nature, that -- poverty-stricken unoriginal creature that she was.
He glanced over the rows of people as he passed. It was not the play that was animating them. The woman was a godsend.