The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. Probably hadn't. 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. Suddenly she had become afraid. Perhaps Sir John is going to take the other one under his wing. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. Within forty-eight hours the girl would be on her way east and the boy see-sawing the South China Sea, for ever moving at absolute angles. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. It was a mad half-hour. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. Perhaps that is why I lost my ambition. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. McClintock had brought from Penang three mangosteen evergreens; and, wonders of wonders, they had thrived —as trees. He drew an awed breath.
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