‘Good-night, Jim.’ She pressed herself to him and they kissed for a moment; then she broke away with ‘Wait a minute’ and rushed over to where her bag lay on a chair. ‘What’s all this?’ She came back and thrust a pound note at him. ‘For the taxi.’ ‘Don’t be ridiculous, I . . .’ ‘Come on, don’t argue; they’ll be here in a second. It must have cost the earth.’ ‘But . . .’ She pushed the money into his outside breast-pocket, frowning, pursing her lips, and waggling her left hand to silence him in a gesture that reminded him of one of his aunts forcing sweets or an apple on him in his childhood.
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