” He was
slightly tipsy. She had been built
for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at
eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these
unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and
threatened to ruin her temper. Then Capes flittered to the hearthrug and poked the fire,
stood up, and turned about. After dessert was finished, John took Lucy for a ride in
his car. Earles was absolutely indifferent. Her wings
were oddly weak, but for all that she could fly. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his
table at her. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but
when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam,
I've heerd. Evidently her foresight has saved me a funeral. ‘How the deuce did she get out without me seeing her?’
‘Took advantage of the distraction, cunning little devil,’ Gerald snapped,
racing down the corridor.
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