What an ugly place London was. She sat up with a little shiver. Strange how cold she felt, and yet her head was burning hot.
Would this journey never end? Surely they had been travelling for days and days already.
The train stopped with a jerk.
“Paddington ... all change––all change....”
Esther stumbled to her feet.
CHAPTER XXVI
Micky had just reached the unpretentious inn in the village where he had taken a room, when he was hailed from across the road by June; a very cheerful looking June, in a business-like coat and skirt of rough tweed, and carrying a walking-stick, which she proceeded to wave at him vigorously.
“Back so soon!” She came across to where he stood by the car, and looked at his despondent face. “Not another row?” she demanded tersely.