"Thames!—Thames!" cried Winifred, rushing to the window. "No, no, Sir," replied Ireton. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. " "Ah!" shrieked Lady Trafford. At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms.
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