“Let us sit down for a moment,” he had said. He called here on his way back, after he had been to Bedlam to visit poor Mrs. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. He stopped abruptly. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. “It is such a very respectable boarding-house,” she said. He thought, too, of the fretful invalid who lay in the next room to his, whose money had created his business and made his position in the world. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter.
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