His first inquiries were
concerning the child, and he was delighted to find that it still lived and was
doing well. Here's a nosegay for you, my love," she continued, opening her
basket, and presenting a fragrant bunch of flowers to Winifred, "if your mother
will allow me to give it you. ‘Here you, Pottiswick. ‘How so?’ he asked, and she noted that he allowed his pistol to dangle a little
from his fingers. She visited the corner that had been her own
little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed
into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered
that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she
had been wont to read her secret letters. Then he went on:
“—and, indeed, to most of the established things in life is, frankly,
unsatisfactory.
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