Her situation was perplexing her very much, and the Widgett atmosphere was lax and sympathetic, and provocative of discussion. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. At times he was brilliant and masterful, talked round and over every one, and would have been domineering if he had not been extraordinarily kindly; at times he was almost monosyllabic, and defeated Miss Garvice’s most skilful attempts to draw him out. "Rowland," she said, in a faint voice, "I have not many minutes to live. It feels like I’ve got a snake of mucus stuffing my entire throat, just one big solid rope.
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