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They moved on slowly, aimlessly it seemed to Ransome; yet steering he was steered, northward, up the side street where he had seen her disappear with Winny. It was quiet there. He no longer touched her. He could look at her now. He looked. And what he saw was a girl well grown and of incomparable softness.
True, it could not be made public until a decent interval after the divorce; but it had been acknowledged and settled between him and Winny as soon as ever he knew that he had got his rise. They would never celebrate it at all if they didn't celebrate it now before all the beastliness began. For he knew perfectly well that it would be beastly. Winny would feel it even more than he did.
"I am surprised we have received no summons for attendance to-day," he remarked; "perhaps the other robber may be secured." "Or Jack have escaped," remarked Winny. "I don't think that's likely. But, this sad affair disposed of, I will not rest till I have avenged my murdered parents."
"But, after all, I think we may consider his life not quite a failure, if he should become such a man as Mr. Stephens. Well, grandma, my plan is, that he could room with me, and so make you no extra work in that direction, and, if you could manage the other part, I believe it would be a blessed thing for Pliny." "Oh, we can manage that all nicely! Can't we, Winny dear?
He desired to be irretrievably committed, so that, whatever happened, decency alone would prevent him from drawing back. Though he could not in as many words ask Winny to marry him before he was actually free, there were things that could be said, and he saw no earthly reason why he should not say them.
"Now, whatever you do, don't go and be so foolish, Serena. I shall have no pleasure at all if Sybil is frightened and you are ill. Get up, and eat a lot of roast beef with heaps of mustard and you will be quite well." A little small voice called to Gatty, and also asked for beef and mustard. "I am sure, quite sure, Gatty," said the little speaker, Winny, "it will do me a great deal of good."
Then how on earth, Ranny asked himself, was he going to get any further with a girl like Winny? His acquaintance with her was bound to be a furtive and a secret thing. He loathed anything furtive, and he hated secrecy. And Winny would loathe and hate them, too. And she might turn on him and ask him why she was to be made love to in the streets when his mother had a house and he lived in it?
He said no more that night. But in the morning, over his hurried breakfast, he returned to it. "I don't like this about Winny," he said. "Has she got another job, or what?" "She's got what she wanted." "What's that?" "A job at Johnson's." Johnson's was the new drapers at the other corner of Acacia Avenue, opposite the chemist. "Johnson's?" Ranny could not conceal his innocent dismay.
The news soon ran round Toyland that "Winsome Winnie" was Usher's girl. Every girl in a department shared by men was "Kitty" or "Winny," "Sadie" or "Sweetie," while the men expected to be addressed as Mr. Jones or Mr. Brown, except by their own particular "petsies." Sadie was popular with all, even the "permanences," who considered themselves above the "holiday extras."
And he had reckoned with that difficulty; for Winny Dymond only had one room which she shared with Maudie. By calling, he'd meant, of course, on the doorstep, to take her for a walk. But Violet, for some reason, didn't care about the doorstep. She'd rather, if he didn't mind, that he met her somewhere out of doors.
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