To-morrow I am going to Paris. I came to London to look for you, and somehow the figure I saw in my dreams had got mixed up with you. At the door to the kitchen, he called out, ‘Pottiswick!’ The old man came out, shoving his chin in the air and glaring. Wanton!… This, then, was what her father had meant. Wild. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. Perhaps I am still mad. Grace, confidence, the power of movement even, seemed gone from her.
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