‘But the major—’ ‘The major can say nothing at all. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. ’ His head came thrusting out at Melusine like a belligerent tortoise from its shell. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. It filled his thoughts for the rest of the day, and became an obsession.
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