‘I escape from a fate entirely misérable, you understand. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Mrs Sindlesham occupied a large padded armchair to one side of a corner fireplace, which gave out a heat more than adequate for September to one of the major’s robust constitution. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. She wished that the drive would never end, but it was only three miles after all. ” She laughed. But this was but a momentary gleam of personal application, and at this time she followed it up no further. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her.
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