He stood on the top step for a moment, lost in
deep thought. "Allow me to assist you, Sir James," said Hogarth. Men do not understand constancy as
women do. But they did what they could for her. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. The day was
unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having
descended over manicured lawns. “Why not?” He repeated, demanding. As to following, there was no one. Insulting cries became frequent and
various, but for the most part she could not understand what was said.
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