'Miss Lant thinks it'll be a good opportunity for helping a
few of the families into better lodgings. We're going to buy
furniture for them--so many have as good as none at all, you know.
It'll be a good start for them, won't it?'
Sidney nodded. He was thinking of another family who already owed
their furniture to Jane's beneficence, though they did not know it.
'Mind you don't throw away kindness on worthless people,' he said
presently.
'We can only do our best, and hope they'll keep comfortable for
their own sakes.'
'Yes, yes. Well, I'll say good-night to you here. Go home and rest;
you look tired.'
He no longer called her by her name. Tearing himself away, with a
last look, he raged inwardly that so sweet and gentle a creature
should be condemned to such a waste of her young life.
Jane had obtained what she came for. At times the longing to see him
grew insupportable, and this evening she had yielded to it, going
out of her way in the hope of encountering him as he came from work.
He spoke very strangely. What did it all mean, and when would this
winter of suspense give sign of vanishing before sunlight?
CHAPTER XXIX
PHANTOMS
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