He learnt that his sister was privately married—the name or rank of her husband could not be ascertained—and living in retirement in an obscure dwelling in the Borough, where she had given birth to a son. She wondered what the problem was, why the buildup? She wanted to go to his apartment that evening but stayed herself. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls. Almost light-heartedly. He stole his chance and thrust his hand towards hers. “I wish that I could forget it,” he said. “Who wouldn’t be for you?” The train began to move. ” “Strongly,” said Mr.
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