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Then Sarah Gailey perceived Hilda half hidden in the doorway, and staggeringly rushed towards her. In an instant they were both in the bedroom and the door shut. "When will George be back so that he can put her out of the house?" Sarah whispered frantically. "Soon, I expect," said Hilda, and felt intensely self-conscious. They said no more.
Hilda started to run after her, first across smooth asphalt, and then over some sails stretched out to dry; and then her feet sank at each step into descending ridges of loose shingle, and she nearly fell. At length she came to firm sand, and stood still. Sarah Gailey was now silhouetted against the pale shallows of foam that in ever-renewed curves divided the shore from the sea.
But when I got to Cardiff did I see my son? I did not, for the day before he had sailed with his regiment to a place ten thousand miles away, so I shall never see his face again nor derive comfort from him. Oh, if there's no comfort from the mass there's no comfort from anything else, and he who has the evil prayer in the Shanna Gailey breathed upon him, will have no comfort from the mass.
"Where's George?" asked the invalid, when she was laid down. "In the parlour. Why?" "Oh, nothing!" "By the way," said Hilda, seized by a sudden impulse, which had its origin in Sarah's tone at once martyrized and accusing, "by the way, who is it that's been talking scandal about me and George?" "Scandal?" Sarah Gailey seemed weakly to protest against the word.
"He's engaged," answered Hilda in a low voice, with the devotee's instinct to surround her superior with mystery. "Oh!" murmured Janet, checked. Hilda wondered furiously what she could be wanting with Mr. Cannon. Janet recommenced: "It's really about Miss Gailey, you know." "Yes what?" Hilda nodded eagerly, speaking in a tone still lower and more careful.
"There you are!" cried Mr. Cannon to Miss Gailey. "I shall be all alone up there!" said Miss Gailey, as cheerfully as she could. "I'll go up with you and see you into the place. I should have to come back the same night I'm so tremendously busy just now what with the paper and so on." "Yes, but I quite admit all you say, George but " "Here's another idea," he broke out. "Why don't you ask Mrs.
She reflected: "How strange that the dreaded scene has now actually begun! He has come to London, and here we are together, in this house, which at the beginning of the year was nothing but a name to me! And mother is away there in the churchyard, and I am in black! And it is all due to him. He sent Miss Gailey and mother to London. He willed it!... No! It is all due to me!
"Not Miss Gailey?" said Hilda, who began faintly to recall a forgotten fact of which she thought she had once been cognizant. "Yes, Miss Gailey," Mrs. Lessways snapped, still very genial and content. "I did hear she's quarrelled out and out with him, too, at last!" She tightened her lips. "Draw the blind down."
And she saw Sarah Gailey rocking and sighing and rocking and shaking her head in the mournful twilight of the basement in Preston Street. The contrasts of existence struck her as magnificent, as superb. The very misery and hopelessness of Sarah's isolation seemed romantic, splendid, touchingly beautiful. And she thought, inexplicably: "Why am I here? Why am I not at home in Turnhill?
And the murmur of the men in the inner room was thrilling to Hilda's ears. She brusquely opened the telegram and read: "Lessways, Lessways Street, Turnhill. Mother ill. Can you come? Gailey." The conversation in the inner room promised to be interminable. Hilda could not decide what to do. She felt no real alarm on her mother's account. Mrs.
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