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A little surprised at herself, Cecilia answered "Too much for me!" Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace smiled. "I mean in art and social questions. Surely one can't be too interested in them?" Cecilia said rather hastily: "Oh no, of course not." And both ladies looked around them. A buzz of conversation fell on Cecilia's ears. "Have you seen the 'Aftermath'? It's really quite wonderful!"
Thyme soon came down. She wore a blouse of some blue stuff bought by Cecilia for the relief of people in the Balkan States, a skirt of purplish tweed woven by Irish gentlewomen in distress, and held in her hand an open envelope addressed in Cecilia's writing to Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace. "Hallo!" she said. Martin answered by a look that took her in from head to foot. "Get on a hat!
The young girl wore a blue-green frock. Her face was charming, with eager, hazel-grey eyes, a bright colour, and fluffy hair the colour of ripe nuts. "That's your sister's picture, 'The Shadow, they're looking at, isn't it?" asked Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace. "I remember seeing it on Christmas Day, and the little model who was sitting for it an attractive type!
While this was passing through his mind, he caught sight of Hughs lurking outside a public-house. The dark man's face was sullen and dejected, and looked as if he suffered. Hilary felt a sort of pity for him. The omnibus leaped forward, and he sat down smartly almost on a lady's lap. This was the lap of Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, who greeted him with a warm, quiet smile, and made a little room.
There he is, standing just behind your sister." Cecilia by a nervous gesture indicated that she recognized the personality alluded to. "Oh, yes," she said; "Mr. Purcey. I don't know why he comes to see us." "I think he's so delicious!" said Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace dreamily.
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