’”
She played “If I Were a Rich Man,” adding syrupy
trills and flourishes at every phrase. He could not understand how men could live
ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality
and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that
began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. Sheppard made an effort to speak, but her voice was choked by emotion. The galleries adjoining it were
crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house
standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of
Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. "And so you've given up all hope of escaping, eh, Jack?" remarked Hogarth. ’
Gerald suppressed a grin. Either ignorant of the accident, or heedless of it, the
foremost horseman pursued his way without even turning his head. There was a pause, while the steel grey
eyes sliced at her.
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