" He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her
arm. ”
Chapter XIX
“THIS IS NOT THE END”
“I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking
off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had—
tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. ” He glared at Martin. “Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and
looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?”
“Oh!” he said, profoundly. She
was for ever scanning luggage and finding her way about the world, via these
miniature pictures. You care for me just a little, I know. She chastised
herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being
weak.
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