A buxom piece, who looked,
Gerald decided, as if she would be more at home in an amorous engagement in a
hayloft than sitting demurely in a ballroom. It was as if Grace-church
Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were
stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. That was the only sound he heard. Other things came. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm
above the elbow. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish
carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings
of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys
bathing in a sunlit pool. Day before, send round to each to borrow a shirt.
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