18/19 Beside him Mrs. She was thinking, 'Skyward's in Bond Street used to have lovely lace. Perhaps in the spring I could----Or there was Goblin's, their Point de Venise----' Behind them, four rows back, an aged cottage woman, as upright as a girl, sat with a rapt expression on her carved old face. She never moved, her eyes seemed drinking in the movements of the Rector's lips, her whole being seemed hanging on his words. It is true her dim eyes saw nothing but a blur, her poor deaf ears could not hear one word, but she sat at the angle she was used to, and thought of nothing at all. |