She glared at him with satisfaction. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. The doorman replied, tipping his cap, “I don’t speak much Italian these days, not since my mother died. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. The kissing of the book struck her as particularly odd, and then the policemen gave their evidence in staccato jerks and stereotyped phrases. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. "To—to—no matter what," returned the widow distractedly. ’ ‘I thank you,’ Gerald said drily. ” “Why?” “If I were bad at it, you would be on your way to the hospital by now. I daresay that is one of the names of the nuns in your convent. I shall be very sorry if I cannot have you for a friend.
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