The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, along Holborn. CHAPTER XVI. At length, she suddenly started to her feet; and before Winifred could prevent her, staggered up to Thames. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. “It is such a very respectable boarding-house,” she said. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. We were talking about the suffrage—and I rather scoffed. ‘For your messenger was obliged instead to come and find Hilary, and it has given me the opportunity to meet you. "What is your name?" To-day, however, he broke the monotony. " "Poh! poh! say no more about it," rejoined the man hastily. Am I mistaken? Is your heart mine?" "It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck.
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