Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. Unexpectedly he found himself speeding toward the father. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. “Was I that bad?” He asked. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. CHAPTER III.
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