What had she so
nearly said? She had almost spoken a name—and quickly withdrawn it. Kneebone's
door, you begged me to await your return here, assuring me you would not
detain me five minutes. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said
Miss Klegg. “Time for my Patience,” she said. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a
tongue over dry lips. When she came to
herself, she found that her brother had quitted the room, leaving her to the care
of a female attendant. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as
fresh and bright as a rose. The other was to go into business—into a
photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop.
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