Her
secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of
telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a
white, fantastically white, maiden. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still
crooked underneath her chin. A
disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s
table, was only too manifestly sketching her. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly. There was a shrill cry, instantly succeeded by a deep splash. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had
come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. ”
They returned to the Beck house and he walked her to
the front door. To her satisfaction, the captain reddened a trifle. He
was the junior of both his sisters, co-educated and much broken in to feminine
society. In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of the young
inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where they formed a rustic
concert under the great elm before the door.
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