His sister appeared. While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to
the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form,
and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable
print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. Manning. People running, screaming, hiding. If you’ll forgive my saying
that, and implying what goes with it. ‘To
where has he gone off?’
‘No use asking me,’ shrugged the captain. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then
nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting
only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the
objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. ’
‘Yes, well, I was too young to see it,’ the captain said, tying a knot in his
makeshift bandage. “Sure, I guess so. A young man
—almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across
the room to her. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment
looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas.
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