She had a feeling as though something had dropped from her eyes, as though she had just discovered herself for the first time—discovered herself as a sleepwalker might do, abruptly among dangers, hindrances, and perplexities, on the verge of a cardinal crisis. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. Her mind wandered back to that fateful day. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. . Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. " "Indeed!" said Shotbolt. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal.
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