Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. She was only trying to distract you so that she might escape. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. . But
you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county
magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor—
James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. ‘He wanted me also to run away with him, and I wish very much that I had done
so. There were menacing possibilities;
the thought of them set him a-tremble. ”
Anna glanced momentarily towards her sister, but Annabel neither spoke nor
moved. I must practise what I preach.
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