At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. " "What'll it cost to have you all to myself for the day?" Ah Cum named the sum. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. I want to go to that because it’s a new experience, because I think it will be interesting and give me a view of things. She leaned a little towards him. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. She was quite unconcerned.
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