She was glad when he went on: “I
want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. ”
Anna looked at them for a moment with a pitiful attempt at a smile. It still failed in something. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a
brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that
goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. The Widgett mental
furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised,
fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. You did not see me, I know. Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. It was said, that he
received an affront from James, in the shape of a public reprimand, which his
pride could not forgive.
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