When London Sleeps — page 91: what you’re looking at

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86 A SHOWER OF GOLD. ‘‘Queenie, of course you must go as soon as possi- ble,’’ said Jonesio. “Ah, 1 might have known this was coming,”’ aired Mrs. Jones, tearfully, ‘‘for 1t was only last night that I darned all her stockings.” This was decidedly incoherent, and what the con- nection between the darning of her stockings and Queenie’s going away might be, no one could teil. Perhaps Mrs. Jones could have told. But no one was listening to her. Queenie knew that her sudden departure would put them all to great inconvenience, but she deter- mined that they should not suffer by it. ‘‘T will go with you to-morrow morning, Mr. Ful- ler,’’ she said. , Very well. On the eleven ethisek express, buen,” And so it was arranged. But, after they were gone, Queenie, with clasped hands, raised her eyes to Heaven. “Tt seemsall like a dream!’ she murmured to her- self. **A dream in which I pray for my awakening !”? icbooks co t) fe) eS