Wood, sharply. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in
the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had
been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their
clothing in bad need of repair. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. But before he could say anything, the vehicle rolled to
a halt. The road
which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of
Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the
trees. “My friends,” she said, “my dear friends, I am going to make the same answer to
all of you—and that is perhaps you will say no answer at all. I'm a poor nurse. I
shall not let you go till I am quite sure. “See you at school tomorrow. "You have lived over here?"—astonished. His eyes were narrow with
desire like a panther’s as he grinned at seeing her visibly
satisfied. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head.
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