That would be him. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone
call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and
Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of
their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds,
their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the
flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself
fighting against. “No power on earth will
persuade me we’re not two rather disreputable persons. “I hope that you are going to allow me to see something of you during your stay
in London, for the sake of old times. We fixed
that. ’ She
shook her head.
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