When London Sleeps — page 90: what you’re looking at

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A SHOWER OF GOLD. 85 cordance with her own feelings. ‘‘No, Queenie,’’ firmly, but lovingly, ‘‘it cannot be. We shall always be thinking of you and care for you just the same; but among all your fine people and grand surround- ings, there will be no place for the poor strolling mouutebanks. You will now rise to your proper sphere. We will just remain in ours, and pray for you, and be thankful and content that you are rich and happy.”’ With passionate indignation, Queenie was about to combat these generous words, when Mr. Fuller in- tervened, in his slow, convincing way: ‘Very sensibly and prettily spoken,’’ he said, with a bow of appreciation to Carrie. He was in a way honest in this, for he really thought it would be wrong to allow his newclient to be hampered, in the new sphere to which she was to be lifted, by these companions of her less fortunate days. He was a conservative man, and, from his own point of view, perhaps he was not wrong. And yet, he was not entirely incrusted with worldliness. The big-heart, with which he was born, was still beating in his breast, and at any moment it was apt to assert itself and master all else, all the rules that experi- ence had taught him to obey to the contrary. But just now he was speaking and acting simply in his professional capacity. ‘Now, Miss Carruthers, how soon will you be able to accompany me to London ??’ ‘““Ags soon as possible, dear cousin,’’ said Haynes, _ pleadingly. comicbooks.co