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'Is there no remedy for cataract in its early stages?' asked
Marian.
'None. You can read up the subject for yourself at the British
Museum. I prefer not to speak of it.'
'Will you let me be what help to you I can?'
'For the present the best you can do is to establish a connection
for yourself with editors. Your name will be an assistance to
you. My advice is, that you send your "Harrington" article
forthwith to Trenchard, writing him a note. If you desire my help
in the suggestion of new subjects, I will do my best to be of
use.'
Marian withdrew. She went to the sitting-room, where an ochreous
daylight was beginning to diffuse itself and to render the lamp
superfluous. With the dissipation of the fog rain had set in; its
splashing upon the muddy pavement was audible.
Mrs Yule, still with a duster in her hand, sat on the sofa.
Marian took a place beside her. They talked in low, broken tones,
and wept together over their miseries.
CHAPTER XXXI. A RESCUE AND A SUMMONS
The chances are that you have neither understanding nor sympathy
for men such as Edwin Reardon and Harold Biffen.
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