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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit Daphne in Fitzroy Street — VIII … (1909)

He carried Doris up the three steep flights and Daphne held her while he spread mattress and blankets on the spring lounge.
“You won’t mind being in the dark just for a few minutes, will you? I’ll be back in a jiffy,” he remarked, and his boots sounded on the stairs in loud and swift retreat.
It was a very big, dark, empty room, illumined faintly by the lamps from the street below, and by the yellow diffused light of great London. The cisterns made sudden gurglings, the boards creaked. Daphne sat on the lounge with the child’s head in her lap.
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit Daphne in Fitzroy Street — VIII … (1909)

Don’t say we aren’t! I always know. Shall we make a compact to say what we like to each other, and not to be offended—and not to pretend to misunderstand—just for the sake of a cheap score off each other?”
“I like that,” Daphne told herself. “I do like that very much.” Aloud she said: “That’s a good compact, whether we’re friends or not.”
“Oh, no, it isn’t.” He filled up her glass from the half-bottle of cheap red wine. “Unless people are going to be friends it’s no use their making compacts or anything. You know I don’t think it’s worth while being just acquainted with people.
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit Daphne in Fitzroy Street — VIII … (1909)

Almost before she saw it she heard, and the door was open, its handle in her hand.
“Oh, here she is!” cried Doris’s little voice, and Doris’s arms and legs were curled round her sister. “Oh, Daffy, I thought you was never coming and——”
“It’s all right,” said Daphne to the cabman. “Thank you a thousand times. I hope if ever you’re in trouble someone will be as kind to you as you’ve been to me. Good night.” She got a hand free from Doris and held it out.
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