And now, though Jane did not acknowledge to
herself that she regretted the old state of things, still less that
she feared the future, it was undeniable that the past seemed very
bright in her memory, and that something weighed upon her heart,
forbidding such gladsomeness as she had known.
CHAPTER XXVI
SIDNEY'S STRUGGLE
In the dreary days when autumn is being choked by the first fogs,
Sidney Kirkwood had to bestir himself and to find new lodgings. The
cheerless task came upon him just when he had already more than
sufficient trouble, and to tear himself out of the abode in which he
had spent eight years caused him more than regret; he felt
superstitiously about it, and questioned fate as to what sorrows
might be lurking for him behind this corner in life's journey. Move
he must; his landlady was dead, and the house would perhaps be
vacant for a long time. After making search about Islington one
rainy evening, he found himself at the end of Hanover Street, and
was drawn to the familiar house; not, however, to visit the
Snowdons, but to redeem a promise recently made to Bessie Byass, who
declared herself vastly indignant at the neglect with which he
treated her.
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