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By the Elephant and Castle she stood watching the tumultuous traffic which whirls and roars at this confluence of six highways; she had neither a mind to go on, nor yet to return. The conductor of an omnibus close at hand kept bellowing 'London Bridge! and her thoughts wandered to that day of meeting with Luckworth Crewe, when he took her up the Monument.
Without looking round, he replied that he would be well enough if left alone; and Nancy did not venture to say more. A few days later, she called in De Crespigny Park after dinnertime. Mrs. Peachey and Fanny were at Brighton; Beatrice had preferred to stay in London, being very busy with her great project. Whilst she talked of it with Nancy, Peachey and Luckworth Crewe came in together.
He allowed her to go. 'So it is to be as I wished, he said to himself, with mock courage. 'So much the better. And he went home to a night of misery. Not long after the disappearance of Fanny French, Mrs. Damerel called one day upon Luckworth Crewe at his office in Farringdon Street.
I buy these in the Haymarket; special brand for women. 'And you dine like this, by yourself, every day? 'Like this, but not always alone. Some one or other drops in. Luckworth Crewe was here yesterday. Speaking, she watched Nancy, who bore the regard with carelessness, and replied lightly: 'It's an independent sort of life, at all events. 'Just the kind of life that suits me.
She became flurried, lost her head, stood still amid a tumult of omnibuses, cabs and carts; but a hand grasped her by the arm, and led her safely to the opposite pavement. 'What do you mean by shouting at me in the street? were her first words. The person addressed was Luckworth Crewe; he had by no means anticipated such wrathful greeting, and stood in confusion. 'I beg your pardon, Miss. Lord.
'I am engaged at a place of business, but I don't. However, that doesn't matter. What business is it of yours? 'Who is Mr. Luckworth Crewe? Nancy kept her eyes still more resolutely fronting his severe look. 'A man I used to know. 'You don't see him now-a-days? 'It's many months since I saw him.
She was now in Regent Street, and it came to her recollection that she had made an appointment with Luckworth Crewe for nine o'clock. Without any intention of keeping it; but why not do so? Her lively acquaintance would be excellent company for the next hour, until she chose to bring the escapade to an end.
Another offer she might, or thought she might, at any moment provoke; but only in direst extremity could she think of bestowing her hand upon Luckworth Crewe. Crewe was in love with her, an amusing fact in itself, and especially so in regard to his former relations with Nancy Lord. He might become a wealthy man; on the other hand, he might not; and in any case he was a plebeian.
A man of about thirty, dressed without much care, middle-sized, wiry, ruddy of cheek, and his coarse but strong features vivid with festive energy, held a hand to her. Luckworth Crewe was his name. Nancy had come to know him at the house of Mrs. Peachey, where from time to time she had met various people unrecognised in her own home.
Damerel; he kept aloof out of stubborn conceit it had not dignity enough to be called pride; the same feeling that still estranged him from Nancy, though he would gladly have welcomed his sister's offer of affection. Persuaded, or commanded, by Luckworth Crewe, he took the train to Whitsand, and remained there for several days. Mrs.
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