14/47 Go to your sister Virginia and simply bid her do as you wish. Imitate me!' He laughed fatuously. When you have once got her away she will thank you.' By Thursday afternoon they were back at Herne Hill. Widdowson still kept up the show of extravagant spirits, but he was worn out. He spoke so hoarsely that one would have thought he had contracted a severe sore throat; it resulted merely from nervous strain. |