Giles's
church, the bell of which continued tolling all the time, passed the pound, and
entered Oxford Road, or, as it was then not unfrequently termed, Tyburn Road. The crowding impressions of the previous weeks seemed to run
together directly her mind left the chaotic search for employment and came into
touch again with a coherent and systematic development of ideas. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the
grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s
walls. She addressed her letters, meditated
on them for a time, and then took them out and posted them. “Won’t you have some more tea,
Mr. ” The suitcase
loomed in her memory, making its presence felt once
again. “Come on in. ’
‘And you believe her?’ asked Lucilla, raising her brows.
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