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Spade returned to the living-room and sat on an end of the sofa, ehbows on knees, cheeks in hands, hooking at the floor and not at Brigid O'Shaughnessy smiling weakly at him from the arnichair. His eyes were sultry. The creases between brows over his nose were deep. His nostrils moved in and out with his breathing.
Brigid O'Shaughnessv, when it became apparent that he was not going to look up at her, stopped smiling and regarded him with growing nneasiness.