” She answered solemnly. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. Her mind went on generalizing. "And now, farewell, Mr. " "Well, so long as he gets on his feet in the end. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. As Jack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on a stand, they decided upon proceeding without it.
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