" There was a brief, breathless pause. Solomon Smith, chapmen, (or what in modern vulgar parlance would be termed bagmen) travelling to procure orders for the house of an eminent cloth manufacturer in Manchester. Lady Palsworthy was the widow of a knight who had won his spurs in the wholesale coal trade, she was of good seventeenth-century attorney blood, a county family, and distantly related to Aunt Mollie’s deceased curate. She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. " "Thought so. “Every one. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. “I came to London,” said Ann Veronica, “rather because of my own difficulty. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands gestures and facial expression. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not playing with him.
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