Part 129 (1/1)

”It takes me back to Pimlico--that night when we went shopping together--you bought me a s.h.i.+lling's worth.”

”I wish someone would come; then we'd get out of it,” remarked Windebank.

But his wife did not appear to listen; she was lost in thought. Then she clung desperately to his arm.

”What is it?” he asked tenderly.

”It's love I want; love. Nothing else matters. Love me: love me: love me. A little love will help me to forget.”