Her sadness was manageable only
because she was so familiar with its phases, because she
could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer
studying the moon. "
"I tell you what, Jack," whispered Thames, who had noticed Sheppard's
menacing glance, and dreaded some further indiscretion on his part, "if you
really wish to oblige me, you'll get that packing-case finished by six o'clock. Oh, what have you been about now?’
‘There is no need to be concerned. She spent the morning up to ten in
writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished;
and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit
obscurity and slimy streets. We were going at a mad pace.
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