“You permitted me then to call you my friend. She produced from the depths of her pride the ugly investigatory note of the modern district visitor. " "Aw light!" The two old friends held each other off at arms' length for inspection; this proving satisfactory, they began to prod and pummel one another affectionately. ” She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two pieces of luggage. "I dare not, Rowland," she answered. He'd have some fun with that Chinaman before the morning was out. She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as polished marble, which at present it resembled. He had seldom been more perturbed. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. For this he was prepared; but he was not prepared for the almost insurmountable obstacles which it presented. She found herself anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried.
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