’ He bowed slightly, and indicated the house behind them with a wave of his hand. It filled her with indefinable fear. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and you can’t think and all the rest of it. These things did not harmonize with his conception of the forthcoming (if unavoidable) interview. In concealing himself behind the timber, Mr. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. It was a long walk she had to undertake, even if she had endured no previous fatigue, but feeble as she was, it was almost more than she could accomplish. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself.
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