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Putting two and two together, she felt within her bones that they were thinking of the little model. And she remembered the interesting moment in the omnibus when that attractive-looking man had got out so hastily. There was no danger whatever from Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace feeling anything.
Tallents Smallpeace, he added: "How do you do? We met the other day." "We did," said Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, whose little eyes were sparkling. "We talked about the poor, do you remember?" Mr. Purcey, a sensitive man if you could get through his skin, gave her a shrewd look. 'I don't quite cotton to this woman, he seemed saying; 'there's a laugh about her I don't like.
Cecilia's cheeks went a very pretty pink. "Oh, that's my little daughter." "Really! Have you a daughter as big as that? Why, she must be seventeen!" "Nearly eighteen!" "What is her name?" "Thyme," said Cecilia, with a little smile. She felt that Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace was about to say: 'How charming! Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace saw her smile and paused. "Who is the young man with her?"
His dark brown hair was very lightly touched with grey, and a frequent kindly smile played on his lips. His unmannerised manner was quiet to the point of extinction. He had long, thin, brown hands, and nothing peculiar about his dress. "I'll leave you to talk to Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace," Cecilia said. A knot of people round Mr.
He sat down beside her, and turned the conversation on her chief work "the Maids in Peril." Searching his face with those eyes so like little black bees sipping honey from all the flowers that grew, Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace said: "Why don't you get your wife to take an interest in our work?"
Of course, something must be done." "Yes," said Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace absently, "I think we all feel that. Oh, do tell me! I've been talking to such a delightful person just the type you see when you go into the City thousands of them, all in such good black coats. It's so unusual to really meet one nowadays; and they're so refreshing, they have such nice simple views.
"You know my daughter," she said. "Will you excuse me just a minute? I'm so very sorry." She glided towards the door, and threw a flying look back. It was one of those social moments precious to those who are escaping them. Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace was smiling, Stephen frowning at his boots; Mr.
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