What might it have been?’ Mrs Sindlesham shook her head helplessly. The horror of those few minutes was still with her. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. Wouldn't it be fun to see his name on a book-cover some day? He'll go strutting up and down without ever dreaming he owed the whole shot to us. Hitherto in the world’s history there had been precursors of this Progress at great intervals, voices that had spoken and ceased, but now it was all coming on together in a rush. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. Then a surge of rage welled up.
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