God, Lucy, what’s it been, how many years?” “I’m so sorry, John. “I am lonely. " "My mind's made up," rejoined Jack, coldly,—"we part to-night. Will you marry me?” Anna looked at him in blank amazement. She had learned this art in skirts, and knew well how not to be disadvantaged. "Your sympathy is being wasted. ” “You mean to say,” Anna said slowly, “that you are going to leave your husband?” “Yes. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. On a high chair behind a raised counter the stipendiary’s substitute regarded her malevolently over his glasses. ’ ‘Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,’ Gerald said.
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