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Walpole, Hugh, Sir, 1884-1941

"The Captives"


"Not happy but satisfied," she said.
She saw that it was five minutes past six. "I must go," she said.
When they said good-bye Katherine bent forward and kissed her.
"If ever, in your life. I can help in any way at all," she said,
"come to me."
"I'll do that," promised Maggie. She coloured, and then herself bent
forward and kissed Katherine. "I shall like to think of you--and all
this--" she said and went.
She was let out into the outer world by the smiling maid-servant.
Bryanston Square was dark with purple colour as though the purple
curtains inside the house had been snipped off from a general
curtained world. There was a star or two and some gaunt trees with
black pointing fingers, and here a lighted window and there a
shining doorway; behind it all the rumble of a world that
disregarded love and death and all the Higher Catechism.
Maggie confronted a policeman.
"Please, can you tell me where the Marble Arch is?" she asked.
"Straight ahead, Miss," he answered, pointing down the street, "you
can't miss it."
And she could not. It soon gleamed white ahead of her against the
thick folds of the sky.


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