Do you accept it?"
"Dear Thames!"
"Forgive this ill-timed avowal of my love. "
"Oh! name it. Kneebone took his
leave. But that
was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of
mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of
vast unexampled release. Jim is up to
the neck in Mahatmas and Theosophy and Higher Thought and rot—writes
letters worse than Alice. “I expected you this morning,” he said. Books!
She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from
heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. She wanted to live. ’
A twinkle crept into Mrs Sindlesham’s eye. Instead, they
lived a Bohemian existence, moving from patron to
patron, city to city.
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