The place to which you
went was not the English Embassy, and the whole performance was a fraud. Ah Cum made a movement as though to follow, but reconsidered. ’
Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told
Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had
once been willowy. His shirt also was unbuttoned, and disclosed a neck like that of an
ox, and a chest which might have served as a model for a Hercules. It occurred to her that it was absurd and wrong to be so continuously
thinking of one engrossing topic, and she made a strenuous effort to force her
mind to other questions. She came to spend hours with the bastard
children that the women brought, dressing and feeding
the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. Oh, to face facts! Gods! what a world it might be if people
faced facts! Understanding! Understanding! There is no other salvation. "
"'Ouns!" ejaculated Terence, in alarm, "would you turn snitch on your old pal,
Quilt?"
"Ay, if he plays a-cross," returned Quilt.
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