When London Sleeps — page 70: what you’re looking at

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HEART TO HEART. ) 65 CHAPTER VII. HEART. 1.0, HER ART. David Engleheart, after perhaps the most un- pleasant interview he had ever had in his life, struck off into the country, walking at random, with no objective point in view. He turned into a lane, with high banks on each side, over which the blackberry bushes, loaded with fruit, struggled in picturesque confusion. It was a lonely sort of road, the thatched cottages were few and far between, and except for an occa- sional farmer’s wagon, or a group of children here and there, playing in the muddy ditch which ran along one side of the lane, there was no sign of life. This suited David exactly, for he wanted to be alone with his own thoughts. His conscience, high- minded fellow that he was, was not entirely at ease. He wondered if he could, unwittingly, have given this woman any reason to speak as she had done. Had the ordinary compliments he had paid her been misunderstood? He was absolutely without vanity, and, what to some men would have been a source of congratulation was to him simply provocative of sorrow and regret. After long reflection he concluded that he was blameless in the matter. He could not have foreseen what had occurred. co comicbooks