" "The very idea is dreadful," whimpered Edgeworth Bess. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. Paintings sold off the walls. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. ” She departed from the couch and went upstairs to find John. Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands.
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