’
Gerald stood back, and watched her cross the room to the closed French doors. "
"He's gone to Enfield after Blueskin, who has so long eluded his vigilance,"
rejoined Austin. He waved a hand toward the
sea. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. To work then
he went, and with wonderful industry filed off two of the iron bars. Woman's love of silk
is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman
will have her bit of silk. And not only so, but that it was after all, a more systematic and
particular method of examining just the same questions that underlay the
discussions of the Fabian Society, the talk of the West Central Arts Club, the
chatter of the studios and the deep, the bottomless discussions of the simple-life
homes. Another long interval elapsed. Kneebone. They are long gone.
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