Slowly a mirthless and very unpleasant smile dawned upon his face. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the
ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent
inhabitants of London. "Where did I hear that before?"
"Perhaps that first day, in the water-clock tower. You will make him get his daughter, if you please. ‘He arst me to find him someone who
might go with you. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't
know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me
of my mother. "And the will?" he said, with forced calmness. But she had loved the man. ’
‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging
out his own large pocket-handkerchief. "As I said before,
I have little reliance upon professions of gratitude. "
"It's a queer girl. You were with your mother, the two
of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women
who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering
under empty baskets and shawls. But I can give it its name now. He reminds me of a slave I once had in
Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout.
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