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Updated: May 4, 2025
When he passed the Royal he never turned an eyelash, and when he met Captain Roper on the Front, three days after having been introduced to him, he "cut him dead" another privileged consequence of a social relation rather than seem to himself to make the remotest approach to the question of whether Miss Cookham had left Properley.
Herbert Dodd had quickly seen, at their first meeting every one met every one sooner or later at Properley, if meeting it could always be called, either in the glare or the gloom of the explodedly attractive Embankment that no silver stream of which he himself had been the remoter source could have played over the career of this all but repudiated acquaintance.
She never wore pretty, dotty, transparent veils, as Nan Drury did, and the words "Herbert Dodd" save that she had sounded them at him there two or three times more like a Meg Merrilies or the bold bad woman in one of the melodramas of high life given during the fine season in the pavilion at the end of Properley Pier were dreadfully, were permanently, seated on her lips. She was grim, no mistake.
The vivid, lurid thing was the reality, all unmistakable, of her purpose; she had thought her case well out; had measured its odious, specious presentability; had taken, he might be sure, the very best advice obtainable at Properley, where there was always a first-rate promptitude of everything fourth-rate; it was disgustingly certain, in short, that she'd proceed.
He had never got away everything had left him, but he himself had been able to turn his back on nothing and now, his day's labour before a dirty desk at the Gas Works ended, he more often than not, almost any season at temperate Properley serving his turn, took his slow straight way to the Land's End and, collapsing there to rest, sat often for an hour at a time staring before him.
Her father, of Drury & Dean, was, like so far too many other of the anxious characters who peered through the dull window-glass of dusty offices at Properley, an Estate and House Agent, Surveyor, Valuer and Auctioneer; she was the prettiest of six, with two brothers, neither of the least use, but, thanks to the manner in which their main natural protector appeared to languish under the accumulation of his attributes, they couldn't be said very particularly or positively to live.
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