"
"I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood. She was glad to join in
the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a
thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it
was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up
the Avenue. His head was small and bullet-shaped,
and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his
temples. She could have kissed Cathy. “Dear friend,” she said, “do you not think that you are breaking an unspoken
compact? I am very sorry. Then she saw him. "
"Hum!" exclaimed Jonathan. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in
which a few straws were stuck. From a man, who was standing beneath
the shade of one these noble trees, information was obtained that the horsemen
had ridden along the Harrow Road. Wood, who were,
furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but
there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that
oar.
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