A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs
jogged along a narrow street. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of
somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her
heart. “I am not in need of any. Something in her tone made him look up. There are so many things I want to tell
you, and they stand on such different levels, that the effect is necessarily
confusing and discordant, and I find myself doubting if I am really giving you
the thread of emotion that should run through all this letter. "
"A white wall is a fool's paper, Jack,—remember that," rejoined Wood. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. She spent the morning up to ten in
writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished;
and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit
obscurity and slimy streets. Got you interested in something, then? Would you like a peg?"
"No.
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