I hear her coming. ” He saw her into the train at Waterloo, and stood, a tall, grave figure, with hat upraised, as the carriage moved forward slowly and hid him. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. She moaned as he buried himself completely to the hilt. That was the only sound he heard. ” He fumed. He looked at her, hurt. I’m rather scornful. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence.
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