The parlour was cluttered but cosy. Her heart failed her and her resolution became water. “Why, among other things, did I put my knuckles in his neck—deliberately to hurt him?” She tried to sound the humorous note. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. “Where to?” he asked, as the hansom drove up. . But that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream.
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