“You will be so late. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench. Anyhow, he did not sentimentalize her. “I’m very shy, and I would like to opt out if you don’t mind. Don’t try. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. The Pursuit 425 XXV. ‘You imbecile.
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