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He hated her bedraggled hair and tired face . Then he could have wept , so deeply did he desire to pull her head down on his shoulder and smooth the wrinkles of weariness out of her dear face , the dearer because they had endured the weariness together . But he said , `` Well , let 's try to get some breakfast first , Istra . '' With their garments wrinkled from rain , half asleep and rather cross , they arrived at the esthetic but respectable colony of Aengusmere by the noon train . The Aengusmere Caravanserai is so unyieldingly cheerful and artistic that it makes the ordinary person long for a dingy old-fashioned room in which he can play solitaire and chew gum without being rebuked with exasperating patience by the wall stencils and clever etchings and polished brasses . It is adjectiferous . The common room -LRB- which is uncommon for hotel parlor -RRB- is all in superlatives and chintzes .