She felt she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. He wore a long coat, beautifully flowered, and a hat with a turned up brim. The blades on the top spun faster and faster. “No power on earth will persuade me we’re not two rather disreputable persons. . . He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. They were only passers-by. . She recovered herself, however, with amazing facility. Once he chuckled aloud. , like to forget all about it—even their names.
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