‘You do not understand, Gérard. And let us go on with
our evening. There is a railroad. Filled as he was with conflicting emotions, any
stretch of silence would be dangerous. Bit priggish, isn’t it?
And if he only knew it—so absurd. Selling out of the Army to take up his inheritance had spelled boredom to Gerald
Alderley. “So Brendon and I,” he said, “have been troubled with the same fears. I've told you about him; and you wrote a
shrewd yarn on the subject. And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa
at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing
at meals—and a general feeling of insecurity and futility. It
was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as
Tiger Lily on the death raft. I believe I’m in love. "Nothing!" echoed the other,
scornfully. She ignored it until it repeated itself. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a
faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant
company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her.
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