Clientèle was of the most transitory character. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered. 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. " "I am sorry. “Do you believe me now?” She asked. “You understand, then,” he was saying, “you understand?” “I understand,” said Ann Veronica, tear-wet and flushed with a reciprocal passion, but standing up to him with an equality that amazed even herself, “I understand. She would just have to show up and hope for the best. There was—a service. "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the earliest. " "Hold your tongue, hussy!" cried her husband gruffly.
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