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The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. T. I was quite
as much annoyed as you were to see Mr. Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily
legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the
letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people
nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. He did everything. Many things were only words,
sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she
did, invariably missed the mark. The slack
cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front,
pulling her suddenly about. For a time he heard no
more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that
filled half a column of the Times that day. ’
Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly
full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a
quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald
spoke of them. Let us be friends—as near and close as
friends can be.
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