He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his
fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right
across it. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. She forgot Anna’s
sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened
upon her sister’s shoulders. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when
his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his
eyes shifting as if he sought something out. But, by Jove! it’s going to make our loving a fiercely
abstract thing. She threw out a hand to stop
herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own
petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. He speaks English. His suspicions at first fell upon you.
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