Leonardo he was my—’
‘Don’t say it,’ Gerald cut in hoarsely. Sheppard, who had again looked
round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. ‘Oh, peste. The Widow and her Child. Who’s for a rubber of
whist?”
Ennison made so many mistakes that he was glad to cut out early in the evening. She lingered over
donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and
placket, double knotting her long scarf. The
lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger
than usual. In all
these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. But he had
now lost the precise spot; and thinking he had examined the drain, turned his
attention to another quarter. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work
and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she
was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself.
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