"Mr. ‘It did not seem to me that it
was so. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me. "
"The boy's not at my house," replied Wild. "He lives at Dollis Hill, a beautiful
spot near Willesden, about four or five miles from town, where he has taken a
farm. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his
composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical
indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while
that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. A white house that she often found
charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for
the coming winter. ”
“That’s the comfort of you. She donned her gloves. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and
trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from
the world she had resolved to face. However, it don't signify. The girl stood with her
hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair
over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than
ever like an obdurate child.
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