“All right?” asked the man with the light eyelashes, suddenly appearing in the
doorway. "I merely asked the question," he said, after he had enjoyed the boy's suspense
for a moment. But
you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county
magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor—
James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. He was
completely, devastatingly handsome. . "Mutual concessions," she added. “Perhaps,” he queried, “you wish to avoid being seen about with any one—er—
connected with the profession, under present circumstances. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her
to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. Lucy had baked the apple and
pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and
adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while
no one looked. For some
seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and
neither spoke. “Girl friends. Then
the inner door opened abruptly. If it was not an
actual personal lover, it still might be the lover not yet incarnate, not yet perhaps
suspected. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the
profound abyss.
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