. Periwinkle : an autobiography . alf-crown. Imanaged to find the money, and thrust it intothe policemans hand ; saying faintly,— * It—it doesnt matter—let him go. And—and please tell the man to drive fast; he knowsthe address. My head, my head—oh, the throbbing, thedull, dreadful giddiness of it! What did itmean ? Was I going to be ill ? My big friend touched his helmet and immedi-ately withdrew from the vehicle. In anothermoment I was travelling rapidly homeward tomy darling—to my little sick patient child—through the whirling white mist of the wintrynight. But a desolate cry seemed to follo
. Periwinkle : an autobiography . alf-crown. Imanaged to find the money, and thrust it intothe policemans hand ; saying faintly,— * It—it doesnt matter—let him go. And—and please tell the man to drive fast; he knowsthe address. My head, my head—oh, the throbbing, thedull, dreadful giddiness of it! What did itmean ? Was I going to be ill ? My big friend touched his helmet and immedi-ately withdrew from the vehicle. In anothermoment I was travelling rapidly homeward tomy darling—to my little sick patient child—through the whirling white mist of the wintrynight. But a desolate cry seemed to follow me uponthe breath of the wild north wind ; seemed,every now and then, with bursts of demoniaclaughter, to rush by the side of the rattling cab ;and would not be shut out. VOL. II. K 146 Periwinkle, Flower, Flower, wailed the old mans voice— do not leave me like this .... after allthese years, dear, not like this! One littleword, it sobbed and laughed— one little kindword, dear ! Oh, Flower .... Flower . . .!. CHAPTEE XXYIIL
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