Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed
by long silken lashes. ‘It does not matter to me if he comes or no,
madame. There was
a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an
impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. And yet
to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. Then he
paused. Yet here you are,
and at precisely the right moment, too. Her cheeks flushed a dull red. ”
“Oh, okay. ”
“I am coming with you,” he said firmly. “What have you done to yourself?” he muttered. But she did not talk readily, and in order to say
something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance. Starting off at a rapid pace, Jack dashed down Turnagain-lane, skirted the eastern
bank of Fleet-ditch, crossed Holborn Bridge, and began to ascend the
neighbouring hill.
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