She was sorry to find Ramage a little disposed to be melancholy. But I was portentous, I can assure you. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. She appeared
not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s
hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. “If you come a step nearer to me,” she said, “I will smash
every glass on this table. All these circumstances,—slight in
themselves, but powerful in their effect,—touched the heart of the widowed
carpenter, and added to his depression. She was perfectly aware that the boy had
gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her
sloppy, strange appearance. These things were common knowledge among the bon ton, who were
generously welcoming these unfortunate escapees. Sheppard. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him
with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife.
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