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night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. About the Abbey
and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their
attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster,
hummed like an angry hive. I am not boring you, am I?”
She raised her eyes to his and smiled into his face. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. Melusine saw fire in his eyes and a streak of heat rushed through her to match it. I
mentioned sixty, I believe, when I was in Paris, but there are expenses, and just
now business is bad. I must know what new thing has come between us that she should
treat me as a lover one day and a monster the next. Rowland," she added, in an altered tone, "I am certain I shall not
live many days. After a day or so, perhaps, we will go on one or two
little excursions and see how good your head is—a mild scramble or so; and then
up to a hut on a pass just here, and out upon the Blumlis-alp glacier that spreads
out so and so.
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