Restlessness, then, was the
trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. He ignored her protests in order to pursue some impressive line of his own. She
was in excellent spirits, and it was not until she had taken off her hat, and was
considering the question of dinner or no dinner, that she remembered that
another day had passed, and she was not a whit nearer being able to pay her tomorrow’s bill. He would have to make sure of her silence. She was glad to join in
the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a
thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. ’ All at once Mrs Sindlesham looked
across at him, a sharp question in her eyes. ‘Very inventive. ’
‘Oh, don’t you?’ Gerald said grimly. The infant’s body, now
missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the
blood-soaked ruins of corpses. "'Sdeath!" cried Hogarth, aside to the poet. I get your
side all right. “What do you think of that?” he asked.
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