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"Amanda," he said, "I think sometimes you haven't the remotest idea
of what I am after. I don't believe you begin to suspect what I am
up to."
She put her elbows on her knees, dropped her chin between her hands
and regarded him impudently. She had a characteristic trick of
looking up with her face downcast that never failed to soften his
regard.
"Look here, Cheetah, don't you give way to your early morning habit
of calling your own true love a fool," she said.
"Simply I tell you I will not go back to London."
"You will go back with me, Cheetah."
"I will go back as far as my work calls me there."
"It calls you through the voice of your mate and slave and doormat
to just exactly the sort of house you ought to have. . . . It is
the privilege and duty of the female to choose the lair."
For a space Benham made no reply. This controversy had been
gathering for some time and he wanted to state his view as vividly
as possible. The Benham style of connubial conversation had long
since decided for emphasis rather than delicacy.


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