Let me see you now and then: touch you and hear your voice."
Behind her drawn-down lids, she offered up a little prayer that she might
always be worthy of his homage. She didn't know it would make no
difference to him.
She walked with him to Euston and saw him into the train. He had given
up his lodgings and was living with her father at The Pines. They were
busy on a plan for securing the co-operation of the workmen, and she
promised to run down and hear all about it. She would not change her
mind about Birmingham, but sent everyone her love.
She wished she had gone when it came to Christmas Day. This feeling of
loneliness was growing upon her. The Phillips had gone up north; and the
Greysons to some relations of theirs: swell country people in Hampshire.
Flossie was on a sea voyage with Sam and his mother, and even Madge had
been struck homesick. It happened to be a Sunday, too, of all days in
the week, and London in a drizzling rain was just about the limit. She
worked till late in the afternoon, but, sitting down to her solitary cup
of tea, she felt she wanted to howl.
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