The Dweller on the Threshold by Robert Smythe Hichens
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"It doesn't do at all," murmured Lady Mansford. "It makes her look
Chinese." "You said--?" "Mollie Sindon. But what were you talking about? Do tell me." She laid down her glasses. "I was saying that I went to church last Sunday week." "Why?" "To hear your brother-in-law preach at St. Joseph's." "Marcus!" exclaimed Lady Mansford. She pursed her lips. "I don't go to St. Joseph's. Poor Sophy! I'm sorry for her." "I lunched with Lady Sophia after the service." "Did you? Isn't it sad?" "Sad! I don't quite understand?" said Malling, interrogatively. "The change in him. Of course people say it's drink. Such nonsense! But they must say something, mustn't they?" "Is Mr. Harding so very much changed?" |
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