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. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. ’ The eyes flashed momentarily. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. ” “She has changed a good deal,” Anna admitted. This was his humiliation as well as hers. ” She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two pieces of luggage. She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid.
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