He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. Where's the dining room? And, say, can I have some eggs? This jam-tea breakfast gets my goat. But McClintock's mind was perceptive, whereas Spurlock's was only dully confused. “Don’t know me, eh? I like that. The boy was bright and inquisitive as he was subtle. ” She breathed relief. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress.
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