Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but
otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening
sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. But the great point was still unaccomplished. It had not tasted good since
1350. The wine was
sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible
flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink
excessively of. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside
Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly
have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond
measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before
them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a
lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving
out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief,
she was tranquil.
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