Upon this, imponderously for her goodly size, the other woman rose, fduisquare, the shiny folds in her blue shapeless coat smoothing out as she stood. The door had been gallantly opened for Mrs. Pritchard's exit. So pleasant, Mr. ," Ellen assured a striding job-acting porter, if anyone. She stepped gingerly onto the platform. That other paused briefly, but with sober workaday dignity, before the young fellow, like a publican's wife at stoptap. You'll be glad to get away from that old Flanders. A death-trap it is, my Emrys tells me. Ah, them trenches." So hushed it was, this seemed a sad and intimate benison, like a mellow double-base being strummed lightly into speech. A rich evocative vibration seemed to stay when she was gone. The train lingered scarcely at all, for there was none to board her. After some mute moments he turned stiffly over towards the sprawled soldier who was left and who, in response, tossed across the creased and grimy "Everybody's." And he noted listlessly the two good-conduct stripes on the nearer sleeve, an evil sign. Got any tabs, mate ? enquired that paragon insidiously. The prodigal sighed heavily and with a confused misgiving produced a pitifully flattened carton of De Resque Minor. As though shielding the tiny flame from a squall, they huddled momentarily together. A Woman's No By JOHN PRICHARD A SHOPGIRL, I think," whispered Mr. Thomas. Mr. Davies glanced at her and agreed. Then they both looked out to sea and pretended to be watching the ships in the bay. They were always on the lookout for girls, though it might be thought that it was time for men in their station of life to abandon such things.. They often sat on the promenade thus, with grave faces like respectable gentlemen, but all the time turning their eyes this way and that as pigs do when snouting for fodder. Mr. Thomas and Mr. Davies were not old. Neither were they young. They were of the indeterminate age of schoolmasters, fixed between adolescence and age. They were experts on girls. They could tell at sight the shopgirls from the nursemaids and the servant girls from the
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