’
He moved to his friend and grasped his hand in a gesture as deliberately
dramatic as the storytelling of mademoiselle. "I rather fancy, as you Britishers say, that you know the nature of my visit?"
"I'm an American. He’s terrible!”
“Dad!”
Lucy smiled at John. “Let me add too that I
am thankful for your decision. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside
Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly
have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond
measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before
them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a
lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving
out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. Her straight strawberry
blonde hair was exactly Cathy’s. At the
open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was
encouraging the mob by words and gestures. The young lady saw the change, and almost snorted. "You will be wanting your broth, Hoddy," she said. “I am sick of it. "
"I, a thief?"
"Aye; thief, Roundhead and all. “You are positively eloquent to-night—both of you,” she declared. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship;
and I am no friend of this Wastrel.
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