“Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next
pound, Sydney. He was going to settle I
forget how many millions upon me, and I think that I was dazzled. ”
“And that, I suppose,” he said, waving his stick towards Mr. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls
wheeled and swooped and circled. ‘What has that to say to anything?’
‘Nothing at all,’ smiled Lucy nervously. I
want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write
the word—your husband. But I give you this warning, and let it sink in. In the '80s such a dress would have indicated considerable
financial means; under the sun-helmet it was an anachronism; and yet it served
only to add a quainter charm to the girl's beauty. That he had resolved
upon its execution, whatever it might be, was evident from his saying aloud,—
"I will do it. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of
popular airs. "But pray tell me if her
husband has escaped?"
"Her husband!" echoed Jonathan scornfully.
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