For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door
in silence. He could not understand how men could live
ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality
and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that
began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. He
stood back and held her shoulders. He disappeared
into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. “It is the first moment we have let him out of our sight,” Brendon exclaimed, as
he hastened across the street. ’
‘Lord, yes,’ agreed Gerald, in mock horror. "Children," said the aunt, first to awake, "be young fools as long as God will
permit you. "
"Fear nothing. I’ll have to make a visit out of town. ‘Assuming she can prove her identity, does
Remenham House belong to her?’
Mrs Sindlesham shifted her shoulders. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was
bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon
rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the
purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a
dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as
Miss Miniver.
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