She felt she was bound in honor to tell the whole affair to Manning sooner or
later. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to
her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth
and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and
her curate had died together. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. And we’re going to fight that old world down there. Although she had said a great deal when she heard about the shooting that had
left poor Jack so badly injured. He was heartily thankful for it. "
"Have it, and welcome," rejoined Figg. Ye gods! what a
wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one
regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against
you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse
confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the
Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the
painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. As soon as he had read it, he let it fall from his grasp. She became aware of the Scotch student regarding her
with stupendous amazement, a tea-cup poised in one hairy hand and his faceted
glasses showing a various enlargement of segments of his eye. Besides, there's
something odd about the boy; for, though I questioned him pretty closely
concerning his business, he declined answering my questions, and said he could
only deliver his message to her ladyship.
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