There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. \" She sat down on a nearby bench. He began to talk again in quick undertones that she could not clearly hear. She also knew that he was the type who would not make a single physical overture until she pushed the correct buttons. “There are a good many Whites in London. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. She appeared to be considering. But in that reservation it may be she went a little beyond the converse of his view. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing.
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