She hurried with Jack as fast as she could
to the open door to the passage. It may
bring us together again. ”
“Many other people,” she remarked, “have made the same mistake. ”
They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly
benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their
afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river. A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the
window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. His five o’clock shadow was bristly
against her fingers. But from the first her rather old-fashioned conception of life had jarred
with the suburban atmosphere, the High School spirit and the memories of the
light and little Mrs. I’ll
drive you home once my buzz goes away. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone
to him and put her arms around his neck. You may copy it, give it away or
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