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Chapter Three
Captain Hilary Roding listened with only half an ear to the long-winded report
being given by Sergeant Trodger, his idle gaze wandering over the congested
traffic of Piccadilly and the many pedestrians weaving a hazardous path through
it. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s
ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. ”
“God send you may never repent it!” cried Capes. She could
hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. . But we smirk a little, I’m afraid, habitually when we talk to
you. There was
a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an
impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. Think if
your own mother was alive!”
He paused, deeply moved. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. "
"But, Lord, man!—don't you ever get lonesome?"
"Don't you?"
"I'm too busy. ”
“Perhaps you don’t. Probably hadn't. Capes would come to these teas; he evidently liked to come, and he would
appear in the doorway of the preparation-room, a pleasing note of shyness in his
manner, hovering for an invitation. Wood. He
was extremely loyal to you.
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