He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. “An uncle in New York is
dead, and has left him loads of money. I have always
managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop
talking about her parents. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant
inspection, worried her. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the
coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s
shop that led to the field path to her home. Wood started to
his feet. Jack,
however, had an expedient for mastering this difficulty. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating
so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. ”
“I’ve told you,” he said.
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