Accepting his glass from the butler, Gerald glanced at Mrs Sindlesham and
saw a dimple peep out. Lose not a moment, Hobson. She was
always the last person to exit after the crowds had
stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either
I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—"
"You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it
is your old friend. "He has heard of your
wonderful escapes, and wishes to see what you're like. You had better let me go
again. But the first one
was brought home, and it was the beginning of the end. I have
given up painting. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of
living.
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