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He is of noble race, and he was ours when we were poor, lonely treasure-seekers and lived in humble hard-upness in the Lewisham Road. To the faithful heart of young Oswald the Blackheath affluent mansion and all it contains, even the stuffed fox eating a duck in the glass case in the hall that he is so fond of, and even the council he wanted to have, seemed to matter much less than old Pincher.
Lewisham escaped through the omission and made his way Horace in pocket to the park gates and so to the avenue of ancient trees that encircles the broad Whortley domain. He dismissed a suspicion of his motive with perfect success. In the avenue for the path is but little frequented one might expect to read undisturbed.
"And it's odd, isn't it," she said, looking up into his face, "that I should meet you here in just the same place. I believe ... Yes. The very same place we met before." Mr. Lewisham was tongue-tied. "Do you often come here?" she said. "Well," he considered and his voice was most unreasonably hoarse when he spoke "no. No.... That is At least not often. Now and then.
And it is well that you should have the picture of them right: Lewisham in the ready-made overcoat, blue cloth and velvet collar, dirty tan gloves, red tie, and bowler hat; and Ethel in a two-year-old jacket and hat of curly Astrachan; both pink-cheeked from the keen air, shyly arm in arm occasionally, and very alert to miss no possible spectacle.
"But we will fight together. We two. I can help you. I know I can help you. And there is such Work to be done in the world!" "You are very good to help me," said Lewisham, quoting a phrase from what he had intended to say before he found out that he had a hold upon her emotions. "No! "Has it ever occurred to you," she said abruptly, "how little a woman can do alone in the world?"
"Why did you never write?" he asked bitterly. "I wrote." "Again, I mean." "I did in July." "I never had it." "It came back." "But Mrs. Munday ..." "I had forgotten her name. I sent it to the Grammar School." Lewisham suppressed an exclamation. "I am very sorry," she said. They went on again in silence. "Last night," said Lewisham at length. "I have no business to ask. But "
She smiled and raised her eyebrows, but his excitement was now too great for smiling. "Look here!" she said, and displayed the sheet crumpled into a ball. She laughed with a touch of effort. "I don't mind that," said Mr. Lewisham, laughing too. He captured the paper by an insistent gesture and smoothed it out with fingers that trembled. "You don't mind?" he said. "Mind what?" "If I keep it?"
On sped the great, black horse, his pace increasing as the traffic lessened, on and on along the Old Kent Road, up the hill at New Cross and down again, and so through Lewisham to the open country beyond.
He became a Socialist forthwith. The necessity to do something at once to manifest the new faith that was in him was naturally urgent. "Blood colour, please," said Lewisham meekly to the young lady at the counter. "What colour?" said the young lady at the counter, sharply. "A bright scarlet, please," said Lewisham, blushing.
He went down the steps in the bank with such impetus that it carried him up into the prickly bushes beside her. "Allow me," he said, too excited to see she was not astonished. "Mr. Lewisham!" she said in feigned surprise, and stood away to give him room at the blackthorn. "Which spike will you have?" he cried, overjoyed. "The whitest? The highest? Any!"
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