‘Couldn’t even trouble to make a pretence of
motherhood. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he
reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. ” He said to her, quite unsure of
whether or not he was dreaming. She was shocked. "We shall see. "Why?
Because I love her! Because I loved her at the start, but was too big a fool to
know it!"
His own astonishment was quite equal to McClintock's. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to
the woman’s cheeks. She too had seen. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost,
into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. “Who’ll
mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. The pieces fell to the ground in a little
white shower.
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