She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. She marvelled at his apparent imperviousness to the heat. “We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. To-morrow, we'll go to the Fleet and get spliced. They had got all this down already—they heard the substance of it now for the fourteenth time. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "a letter, beginning 'dearest Aliva,'—that's your mother's name, Thames. Old Newgate. I cannot have my wife distressed or worried.
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