“I SAY!” said Mr. "
"Well then, to change it," replied Thames, gravely, "suppose I should be obliged
to leave you. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her
making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there
would be no returning. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the
imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in
darkness. She was supposed to be reading at home,
and after breakfast she strolled into the vegetable garden, and having taken up a
position upon the staging of a disused greenhouse that had the double advantage
of being hidden from the windows of the house and secure from the sudden
appearance of any one, she resumed the reading of Mr. She felt a storm of emotion
surging up within her. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt,
crashing music. He had been ill; no
matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act
that had consummated the deed. A moment before, the surface
of the stream was black as ink. "Oho!" he said. "You want me, then?" she said. ‘That’s better.
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