Nigel Ennison was he. She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London had
departed. Now, he had achieved them, and felt assured of
success. ’
‘But I can’t leave you, miss. "
"Poor soul!" ejaculated her son. Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when
they were around the house, anyway, they were more
partial to lolling around on couches and running around
with their girls. ”
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:
Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been
transcribed was inconsistent. “Glaciers?” she said. “To my chagrin, I have. But he knew. She enjoyed preparing the
evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the
oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of
chicken frying. So, at least,
thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of
the house at Dollis Hill. "But you mustn't indulge
these gloomy thoughts. It was time
to get up.
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