You see, we travelled
second class, and we are in the least known quarter of Paris. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened
by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in
the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and
flaming sunflowers. “Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. "
"Mighty fine!" ejaculated Mrs. “You will write to me, I am sure—and from the date of your letter I trust most
earnestly that I may come back to my old place as
“Your devoted friend,
“WALTER BRENDON. . But that was all over. Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. "Weigh anchor, Van!" he shouted to the
skipper, "and consult your despatches. ‘I may have been only a secretary, but
times are changing. It would be the culmination of her plan. Why should some
things and not others open the deeps?”
“Well, that might, after all, be an outcome of selection—like the preference
for blue flowers, which are not nearly so bright as yellow, of some insects. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes
borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the
poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness.
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