” Lucy said, watching people mechanically pump quarters into the till. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated, and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. “I have not quarrelled with her. ’ ‘Well, I am glad he did not,’ intervened Lucilla, forestalling another withering comment from the captain. “Please not now. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. Meantime, O'Higgins wended his way to the Victoria, mulling over this and that phase, all matters little and big that bore upon the chase. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce.
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