She
traced him by his scent. God, Lucy, that’s the stuff people
wear to Phys. Certainly I never met him. What gave the puzzling
twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. I’m going up
to London with the Widgetts to that ball. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best
for you. “I will be off,” she declared. But no; she must step warily. The entire place was a masterpiece of wooden carving, a design
of interleaving carried throughout. One or
two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with
rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened
for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other,
would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. “Who can tell?” she said. As her
belly swelled, so did he. The Pellissiers had been an old family in Hampshire, while his
grandfather had driven a van. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of
one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very
young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly.
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