She looked in the
rear-view mirror. ‘What started you off, you madman,’ Roding told him frankly, as he set about
tying his handkerchief around the wound, ‘was being born at all. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to
make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking
to him. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. Manning, relinquishing his cup without answering
her question, “when I hear you talk of earning a living, it’s as if I heard of an
archangel going on the Stock Exchange—or Christ selling doves. It was finished by the
end of that year, each character having asserted itself
pronouncedly in my imagination.
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