. For Lilias. A Novel . It was only the waiter, however, withthe coffee-pot and a covered dish, and Marjoryturned again to the window\ There were some church bells chiming—for awedding,most likely; and then some grey pigeonsflew down from the portico, and began struttingabout in the dust ; a wiry terrier came out andbarked at them, and a little ragged boy, with amonkey and a hurdy-gurdy, limped slowly downthe pavement. He saw Marjory, and began totune up after the manner of his kind, and themonkey hopped feebly on to his shoulder. Mar-jory shook her head at him, and threw himsixpence; and the
. For Lilias. A Novel . It was only the waiter, however, withthe coffee-pot and a covered dish, and Marjoryturned again to the window\ There were some church bells chiming—for awedding,most likely; and then some grey pigeonsflew down from the portico, and began struttingabout in the dust ; a wiry terrier came out andbarked at them, and a little ragged boy, with amonkey and a hurdy-gurdy, limped slowly downthe pavement. He saw Marjory, and began totune up after the manner of his kind, and themonkey hopped feebly on to his shoulder. Mar-jory shook her head at him, and threw himsixpence; and the boy trudged away, grinningfrom ear to ear. The dreaiy grinding of the doleful instru-ment had prevented Marjory from hearing againthe sound of the opening door. * Oh, what a world it is ! she said aloud ;* nothing but hungry women and children in it,pain and sorrow everywhere. * Good God, it is Maijory! exclaimed a voicebehind her; and as she turned herself quickly,Mr. Frere came up to the window, and stoodbeside CHAPTER XIII. YOU KNEW ME BETTER !
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