She had a bittersweet
fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. When she saw
however that this man was a stranger, and obviously harmless, her expression
changed as though by magic. "Suppose we go and have tea?
I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the
Victoria instead. Langley is getting up, and coming this
way. After a
certain amount of manœuvring, however, he was induced to crawl around, and in
a few minutes came to stop again before a tall brightly-painted house, which
seemed like an oasis of colour and assertive prosperity in a long dingy row. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know
for what—to do, to be, to experience. . A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main
thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood,
with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. \" Lucy noticed
Michelle's heavy pile of books, some of which were from
the school library. ’
She tossed her head. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’
Valade cut in at that. "Heard of your escapes. "He is all alone. You haven’t had it on your mind all this time?”
“I have rather. ‘No, I don’t see much
future in pursuing her down this passage.
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