Buried Alive: a Tale of These Days by Arnold Bennett
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gloves; a green sunshade; on the top of all this the black hat with red
roses. The photograph in Leek's pocket-book must have been taken in the past. She looked quite forty-five, whereas the photograph indicated thirty-nine and a fraction. He gazed down at her protectively, with a good-natured appreciative condescension. "I suppose you'll have to be going back again soon, to arrange things like," she said. It was always she who kept the conversation afloat. "No," he said. "I've finished there. They've dismissed me." "Who have?" "The relatives." "Why?" He shook his head. "I hope you made them pay you your month," said she firmly. He was glad to be able to give a satisfactory answer. After a pause she resumed bravely: "So Mr. Farll was one of these artists? At least so I see according to the paper." He nodded. |
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