A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. She could not make up her mind which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. "Oh, Heavens!" cried Mrs. ’ ‘She’s as clothheaded as you,’ Roding retorted, but he slipped an arm about the lady’s waist and gave her a quick squeeze. Yet you catch her eye—you can’t seem to escape from it. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied.
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