He was a
thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in
any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always
been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. “I am going,” he said, “to be impertinent. Why should she? she asked
rebelliously. I don’t believe any one could have traced us here. Wood, "and I'll take care of Thames. His pulses beat fast as he walked, his feet fell lightly upon
the pavement. She found herself
anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British
Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and
then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of
course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so
she can’t exactly complain.
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