Gerald noted the lady’s eyes brighten as she caught sight of him making his way through the throng towards her. His age was not far from fifty. I would have heard her. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. We shall become a prey to the Philistines, and must turn honest in self-defence. It isn’t illusions—for us. Traversing what remained of Wych Street at a rapid pace, and speeding along Drury Lane, the trio soon found themselves in Kendrick Yard. This was the first young man who had drawn from her something more than speculative interest. He lowered himself on to her. To them all I am nothing.
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