" Mrs. Its parents have perished. " "Why?" McClintock put a hand on the doctor's shoulder. Said Prudence, with commendable human kindness: "My sister and I are going on to Shanghai and Peking. He did not come out of his chloroform coma and sailed weakly to his death. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. "Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir? Answer me that. But I never found any truth in the saying. The effort to maintain her self-control was almost superhuman. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat.
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