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‘Never mind that now. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. Sir John, who was standing outside, looked past him at the girl still sitting in the shadow. She looked around the apartment for other people. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. Upon this island whither he was bound there would be no diversions, breathing spells; the battle would be constant. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours.
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