‘The old man who lives here, idiot. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffin was deposited at the brink of the grave. Before her stretched blank spaces, dotted with running people coming toward her, and below them railings and a statue. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. Even as she watched, the sweat of weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. ‘Take this. We wore invisible chains and invisible blinkers. “He says you are frigid, Madame. Sheppard. Somehow I haven’t connected the idea with you.
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