At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. She walked with an easy quickness down the Avenue and through the proletarian portion of Morningside Park, and crossing these fields came into a pretty overhung lane that led toward Caddington and the Downs. This way, Sir Rowland. She was certain he would hear, sleeping in the nearby castle. “I ought to look up Gwen,” she said. Anna was having tea by herself when she entered. ” “I am really curious,” she persisted.
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