It was as if Grace-church
Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were
stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. He had been for months without music of the character he loved—and he
dared not play any of it!
McClintock, after the music began, left the piano and sat in a corner just beyond
the circle of light cast by the lamp. Tickle the ears of their reverences with any idle nonsense you
please: but tell them nothing you care to have repeated. Perhaps, she
may tell me whose picture this is. Shari proceeded to paint, brush, dust, slather,
and blot Lucy’s face with makeup. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield. . ’
‘Well, I do now,’ Lucilla said firmly, and turned back to Melusine. . ‘I knew I should
find you still here. But all these hours, trying to teach the child wariness toward life,
and the moment his back was turned, this!
He was, perhaps, still dazed by the inner revelation—his own interest in Ruth. .
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