“Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t
stand it?”
He regarded her as though this was a new idea. His glance came up again and met hers. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. \" He rose and
departed. There were two. On the second day
out he was helped to a steamer-chair on deck; on the third day, his arm across
Ruth's shoulder, he walked from his chair to the foremast and back. "
The answer to this request was a "smack" of a very different description,
bestowed upon Sheppard's outstretched face by the little damsel, as she ran out
of the room.
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