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Walpole, Hugh, Sir, 1884-1941

"The Cathedral"

"
"Oh, your father hasn't said anything to me. I don't know what he thinks.
But I should miss you if you went. It is nice for us having you, although,
of course, it must seem slow to you here."
He stood back against the wall, looking past her out through the window
that showed the grey sky of a misty day.
"Well, it's true that I've got to settle about doing something soon. I
can't be home like this for ever. There's a man I know in London wants me
to go in for a thing with him...."
"What kind of a thing, dear?"
"It's to do with the export trade. Travelling about. I should like that.
I'm a bit restless, I'm afraid. I should want to put some money into it,
of course, but the governor will let me have something.... He wants me to
go into Parliament."
"Parliament?"
"Yes," Falk laughed. "That's his latest idea. He was talking about it the
other night. Of course, that's foolishness. It's not my line at all. I
told him so."
"I wouldn't like you to go away altogether," she repeated. "It would make
a great difference to me."
"Would it really?" He had a strange mysterious impulse to speak to her
about Annie Hogg.


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