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XXXIX.
So here is the world with us again, and our sentimental excursion
is over. In the front of the Rufus Stone Hotel conceive a remarkable
collection of wheeled instruments, watched over by Dangle and Phipps in
grave and stately attitudes, and by the driver of a stylish dogcart from
Ringwood. In the garden behind, in an attitude of nervous prostration,
Mr. Hoopdriver was seated on a rustic seat. Through the open window of
a private sitting-room came a murmur of voices, as of men and women in
conference. Occasionally something that might have been a girlish sob.
"I fail to see what status Widgery has," says Dangle, "thrusting himself
in there."
"
"
He takes too much upon himself," said Phipps.
I've been noticing little things, yesterday and to-day," said Dangle,
and stopped.
"
They went to the cathedral together in the afternoon."
"Financially it would be a good thing for her, of course," said Dangle,
with a gloomy magnanimity.
He felt drawn to Phipps now by the common trouble, in spite of the man's
chequered legs. "Financially it wouldn't be half bad."
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