Elizabeth stretched her long legs and made as if to stifle a yawn. "I've given up my job," she said.
"You've given up your job in London?"
"Yes."
"But why?"
"Because of you."
"Because of me? You've thrown over your post because of me?"
"Yes; it's queer, isn't it? But I've come back to wait with you a little while longer."
CHAPTER THIRTY
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IT was extraordinary how Elizabeth's return changed the complexion of things for Joan; strange that one human being, not really beautiful, only a little more than average clever and no longer very young, could, by her mere presence, make others seem so much less trying.