I consented. Part 2
The next morning was as dark and foggy as if it was mid-November instead of
early March. Kneebone, Van Galgebrok, and Baptist
Kettleby—all of whom greeted him cordially. One of these, a
lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon
a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by
cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. Will
you tell her that?"
"I will," replied Thames, earnestly. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?”
She stood up. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy.
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