So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn
voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring
him to prepare for eternity. ’
***
In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to
and fro. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and
Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of
their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds,
their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the
flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself
fighting against. ”
“Would not do what?”
“Well, follow buses from Russell Square to Hampstead. I thought that I was
marrying Meysey Hill, not that creature. He moaned. ”
“That is so,” Anna admitted.
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