It was about—a question of what I might do or might not do. John, I shall eat that whole tin of sardines. “Punctual. ” “The man?” 228 “Yes. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. “But how is it all going to end?” said Mr. Dollis Hill revisited. The mere fact that he was there in the train alongside her, helping her, sitting opposite to her in the dining-car, presently sleeping on a seat within a yard of her, made her heart sing until she was afraid their fellow passengers would hear it. Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner.
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