She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and
short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. Play fair with her. I have brought
disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to
make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. For some
seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and
neither spoke. He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made no remark. Denis. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of
loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in
evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street.
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