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Living Alone

Chapter 8 THE REGRETTABLE WEDNESDAY

Word Count: 3969    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

Broad Walk towards Kensington, having slept invisibly among the daffodils for nearly twelve hours. "A really very singular th

isn't it," said the witch

hat you told me to

was

fferent with your business, bein' in an 'igher-class locality. 'Igh prices, I thought, was only natural. Make 'ay while the sun shines was my motter, and I says to meself there was no reason why this war should make everyone un'appy. As for lookin' at the grocery business as a trust from God, like you said, I never dremp of such a thing, although I've bin to Chapel regular for ten years. But I see now there was a lot in what you said, and when I come to think of it, there was no need to make such a terrible lot of extra hay, 'owever much the sun might be shinin'. When you put it lik

If you want to start a side line, for instance, in Happiness, I can give you a tip where to get it wholesale, within l

"But I like it in you. I'm a man that never tak

bs are beginning to bend inwards. I must go and

an interval that could hardly be accurately described as presently, sausages and ma

essness of the artist. "This is going to be an ivory castle built upon a rock in a glassy sea. The sausage is th

he Mayor. "I'm not as a rule an impulsiv

t the fact is, I never have been much of a person for getting married, thank you

n me so easy as that. Ever since you came into that old committee room I saw there was something particular about you, something that you an' me 'ad in common.

to himself. It was not his fault if the world failed to g

ing-what would happen if two snipes wanted to kiss each other? I

Mayor irritably. "What abou

ene?" said the witch. "Somehow over luscious, don't yo

ungraciously to a passing whi

echoed the whirlwind to

ssed in time, hearing their cue called in a heartless voice from the inexorable sky, desperately applying the last dab of flour to th

now how many I've had, I shall be able to say One. But I met a girl the other day who had had six. She had six photographs, but she called th

llow voice. "I never met such a gurl as you for a

certain examination. Magic people are only freshmen in our college, and it is useless for us-secure in the po

hunger inside me, if that's anything to do with it. I'll tell you what. It's

of the night and the morning had been suddenly obliterated, and Kensington suffered a gust or two of gritty wind which blew the babies h

n cannot fall in this

air of five persons, Miss Ford herself, Lady Arabel Higgin

o the curves of cushions. She had smooth padded hair and smooth padded manners, and her eyes were magnified by thick pince-nez to a cow-like

reed so heartily with everything that was said that people who addressed him were left with the happy impression that they had said something Rather Good.

ed really. He knew almost everything, and therefore, while despising the public for knowing so litt

seen was the moment when Miss Ford asked the electric light man what he thought of the war. The electric light man's reply had been quoted in the dialect on two or three of the following Wednesdays, as a proof of Miss For

isis, but Miss Ford kept her head, and her three friends, though gra

ing round and breathing very loudly. "Th

n, and being also blessed with a peculiarly inexpressi

they shot up the darkened shaft. If I remind you that the witch was still accompanied by her broomstick, Harold, a creature of unreasoning fidelity, I need hardly describe the scene further. The Mayor stepped out of the lift with a tingling scraped face, and if he had

afraid Harold gets a bit irritable sometimes. I often tell him to c

or did not give Harold cr

he shook Miss Ford's hand. "I wonder who decided in the first place wh

ccupying the third floor of a wicker Eiffel Tower beside Miss Ford. "Oh how go

ss a meal, so this statement seemed to eve

he witch towards a chair by the fire. The witch sat down suddenly cross-legged on the hearth-r

ng one sandwich in silent ecstasy. "I was up in the sky

no place for a lady," said Mr.

id Miss MacBee earnestly. "I wa

exclaimed the

y eyes, and loosed my spirit, and it shot upward like a lark released. It detached itself from the common

ll of a wrangle with a Boche witch who came over. We fought till we fell off our broomsticks, and then she qu

led, but she said to Miss Ford: "My de

is face in the ambiguous expression of one who, while listening with int

ar. Excuse me," she added to Miss Ford, "but this room smells awfully clever to any

said Miss Ford indulgentl

ket into the fire. She danced round the sofa and the chairs. The floor shook a little,

an inaudible announcement, diverted their attention

te guesses on matters that did not concern him, and then forgot them because-unlike Mr. James's guesses-they were always wrong, gave

at ease, and especially disconcert

d. She had lost her hold on the reins of that usually dignified equipage

ffened her lips and poured out another cup of tea with a nerveless hand. The

ng, and stood in front

erman Army intends to march through London the moment it can brush away the obstacles in front of it. Have you considered what will happen to the traffic, because you know Germans on principle march on the wrong side of the street-indeed everybody in the world does, except the con

plain clothes man, meddem," he added to Miss Ford. "I'm afraid I'm intruding on your tea-party, owing to y

into the fireplace. A rather fascinating thread of lilac smoke wa

uded on a cheritable meeting, at which you were present last Seturday, in order to escape arrest, 'aving just perpetrated a petty theft from a baker, 'Ermann Schwab. The cherecter is charged now with a more important offence, being in possession of an armed flying machine, in defiance of the Defence

ndwiches. After a moment Miss Ford, the Mayor, and Lady Arabel all began speaking at once, and each stop

mouth full: "You know--," bu

're all only too dretfully anxious to do anything to help the Law, but you m

he cherecter in question was seen to leave your 'ouse last night, at nine forty-five P.M., after the warning of approaching enem

re increasing. They shivered as though with laug

e present stress had forgotten all about the toe. The prolonged sock grew every minute more and more like a drain-pipe with a bend in it. "Why yes, of course I ha

se?" asked the policeman, gl

etfully tahsome how they can't stand Rrchud and his ways. Of cou

o me. I can't think how it got into the English la

ays, you say, my lady,"

"Merely lighthearted ... too dretfully Bohemian ... inge

man aloud into his notebook. "And 'oo left y

said th

hered her once mo

ur son left your 'ouse at nin

, bu

you, my

. "This is not a court of law. My son Rrchud left the ho

eated the policeman coldl

'oo came into your committee roo

she re

le or a female in disguise? Couldn't you ment

aid Mis

emory of last

aid Mis

" said t

, Miss M.M. Ford. Can you at least tell me, meddem, 'ow

aid Mis

ears," said

ere very strong indeed, but no

, "that ... I ... can't help you. I have ... been havi

e upon her for quite a minute befor

n town to-night?" he asked of

. "But he has such a dretfu

an turned t

id. "Could you he

land I can truly give you all the information you need. In fact, won't you come to supper w

hanically pro

lding Harold's collar she stepped out on

om full of no

icated with the strange fume

in: "Angela, Angela, don

seized the policeman by the shoulder thinking to prevent h

oud report. "Lawdy," he yelled. "She

hed hysterically

times, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He rather thou

s Ford s

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