He became a little more personal and intimate. \" His brown eyes were tired and full of concern. She had thought that all Morningside Park householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. “I thought you weren’t getting along so well with your mother these days. Ramage came for her at her lodgings, and she met him graciously and kindly as a queen who knows she must needs give sorrow to a faithful liege. The stranger concluded he could not be far from his destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. He had, he felt, to create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. . " "My coat, please. ” His fingers touched hers for a moment under the ledge of the box. Meat pies with sweet crust were stuffed with macaroni, steaks of pork and beef were pounded thin and grilled rare, capons had been marinated in plum wine and cinnamon, and veal sausages stewed in cream were served over fine noodles: all the dishes that he loved were present. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village.
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