She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. Then a ride to London on horseback. Heaven alone knows why. She felt that perhaps, in her desire to play an adequate part in the conversation, she had talked rather more freely than she ought to have done, and given him a wrong impression of herself. Confidence in himself would strengthen him. Wood, at Dollis Hill —" "Let me have one," said a carpenter, who was passing by at the moment,—"Mr. “Sooner or later, John, it will come to that. Mike was drinking a cup of black coffee. ‘Didn’t mean to say that.
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