"My old coco is disintegrating. A few minutes later she left the house on foot, and taking a hansom at the corner of the Square, drove to Anna’s flat. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. Then, quite insensibly, her queenliness had declined. ” He made his voice very low and full, and looked closely into her face. Suddenly he stopped short. ” He began. " With this, she burst into tears, and sank with her face upon his shoulder. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. Gerald watched its approach with vague interest, which quickened when he saw that it was drawing up outside the very house out of which he had just stepped.
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