Soon the
trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. After these dinners they would have a walk, usually to the Thames
Embankment to see the two sweeps of river on either side of Waterloo Bridge;
and then they would part at Westminster Bridge, perhaps, and he would go on to
Waterloo. “Have you dropped from the skies?” Sydney asked wonderingly. The woollen-draper looked
at his watch. Her
father was holding her waist, smiling. ‘Has this capitaine of
yours not yet rid us of this Emile? What can he find to say to him?’
‘Don’t be impatient,’ Gerald said, rising too and coming to draw her away
from the door. She forgot Anna’s
sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened
upon her sister’s shoulders.
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