He went on with his song, accompanying it
with the most ridiculous grimaces:
"When years were gone by, she began to rue
Her love for the gentleman, (meaning you!)
'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where!
Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
Ho! ho! ho!"
"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames. “Come right in,” he
hissed under his breath, with the true conspirator’s note, closed the door very
softly and pointed, “Through there!”
By the meagre light of a gas lamp she perceived a cobbled yard with four
large furniture vans standing with horses and lamps alight. Fortescue rambled
round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and
his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against
the wall. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea
empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you
and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!"
Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger.
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