When London Sleeps — page 71: what you’re looking at

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66 HEART TO HEART. And then he thought of Hilda’s threats. So far as he himself was concerned, he cared but little for them. But Queenie? Could she harm her? It was | not probable, and yet, where Queenie was concerned no chances must be taken. He must constitute him- self her protector as soon as possible. But would she accept him as such? He.was not sure, but he hoped and prayed so. And if she did, his whole life would be devoted to making her happy. “My little queen!’’ he murmured. ‘‘My little queen! Whatever happens, you shall ua. me the most devoted of your subjects!’ | He had walked on, not noticing where his feet were carrying him, and suddenly he looked up to see before him the ruins of Furness Abbey. The monks of old were wise in worldly as well as in spiritual affairs, and nothing proves this better than the lovely sites they VAM ALY chose for their residences. There is no spot in the surrounding country so exquisite as that where Furness Abbey was built. David looked at the broken piles of masonry and tried to reconstruct, in his mind’s eye the cloisters, the refectory and the chapel. He attempted to pro- ject himself back several centuries, and to fancy _ himself a wandering knight, coming to beg hospital- ity of the abbot. As he thought this it was borne in upon him that - he was decidedly hungry. He was about to seek the little station close to the abbey, where there is an excellent restaurant, when the sound of voices and laughter reached his ears. @) fe) =} |@) icbooks.co