The woman shrugged her shoulders. ” “Perhaps,” he said, “you had better let me have your key, and I will go up and explore. Mr. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. She held out her hand for it, but Gerald smiled. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. “More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty.
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