“It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a
peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be
friends. You have never seen the child within
your arms perishing from hunger, and no relief to be obtained. Ennison listened, and his eyes glowed. It was a neat, efficient-looking room,
with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a
bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a
pile of shiny, black-covered note-books. He appeared to thunder dire happenings
if she did not obey him without further ado. She decided to go out into the London afternoon again and get something to
eat in an Aerated Bread shop or some such place, and perhaps find a cheap room
for herself.
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