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. Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark,
“They’re playing football. You are
somebody’s secretary, are you not?”
It was plain that the subject was distasteful to her, but Ennison, although famous
in a small way for his social tact, did not at once discard it. Only I wish—I wish to-day I was a thousand times, ten
thousand times more beautiful. “We’re in for it. ‘Whereas Melusine insists she is entirely English,’ agreed Gerald. The young man did not
know what he was doing or where he was. The future? He
dared not speculate upon that. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have
to tell my part in it all, too. "
"Not in the least," replied Shotbolt, creeping beneath the table; "there's my staff. They will claim particular attention hereafter.
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