But you—you have a good face. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had
her own babies. Feel for the lock, and prize it
open,—you don't need to be told how. . The parlour was cluttered but cosy. 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. ‘She?’
‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon,
ma’am.
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