She was tired, hungry—and thus
somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast. Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused
before the mirror. The
ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer
quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was
relaxed. "
"What do you think of my sketch, Jack?" said Hogarth, handing him the drawing. His gaze
drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a
starched object that resembled a helmet. . ‘Where the devil have you been?’
‘Consorting with a nun in the gardens. After all, he had the means of setting
this tormenting doubt at rest. But to plunge blindly into the unknown!"
"I had to! I had to!"
She had told him only the first part of her story. He's settling an account in the house.
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