Finally she decided that even for an hotel she must look round, and that meanwhile she would “book” her luggage at Waterloo. I don’t think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we’re obliged to be friends. It'll be turning over to-morrow. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position.
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