When London Sleeps — page 74: what you’re looking at

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HEART TO HEART, 69 But Mrs. Jones was sleepy after the meal, to which, she had done full justice, and did not feel like moving. She clasped her hands in fat contentment, as she leaned back against a block of stone behind her. ‘‘Really, my dear, I am very comfortable. I think I would like to take a little nap.”’ Carrie was disgusted, but she was not at the end of her resources. “Very well, then,’’ she said. ‘‘I will stay here with you. And perhaps Mr. David will show Queenie about. I know she is longing to explore these ruins. ”’ Would Mr. David show Queenie about? It was the very opportunity he had been longing for. ‘‘I shall be only too happy,’’ he said, ‘‘if Miss Carruthers will accept me as her cicerone.”? Queenie rose and smilingly assented. But her heart was beating violently, with a premonition of what was to come. It is rare that a woman does not know when words of love are to be spoken to her, and she is almost always prepared either to accept or reject them. Queenie was no exception to the rule. As the two disappeared beneath the broken arch which led to the cloisters, Carrie turned indignantly to her mother. ‘‘Really, mother, I am ee at you!’ she exclaimed, At this Mrs. Jones’ sleepy eyes, which were almost closing, opened wide. ‘Why, my dear,’? she said, in amazement, ‘I don’t understand you.”’ 6 (e) =) (@ icbooks.co