The Morning Post was hungry for governesses and nursery governesses,
but held out no other hopes; the Daily Telegraph that morning seemed eager only
for skirt hands. "
"On the contrary," rejoined Smith, looking askance at his companion, "I happen
to know you're in the right. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?”
Drummond shrugged his shoulders. . He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. He
walked in her direction. Yet every now and then, during
the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward
he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her
face in a pillow. She visited the corner that had been her own
little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed
into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered
that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she
had been wont to read her secret letters. I came to London to look for you, and somehow the figure I
saw in my dreams had got mixed up with you. Boldly he turned the
knob of a certain door and entered. “I have made over seven hundred pounds in the last week,” he said. And as these things
should always be treated as matters of business, I'll just draw up a memorandum
of our arrangement. But for now, I’d like to turn in,
if you don’t mind.
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