It too is thrown in for nothing. This at least ought to appeal to you,
with your enthusiasm for Gothic architecture."
If looks could annihilate, that would have been my last boiled egg.
"You think yourself very clever," she said, "and you are supposed to
understand all about money matters. Surely you know of a bank where I
can take these wretched notes and get gold instead, the good old English
gold that was worth its face-value all the world over?"
I did not know she could be so eloquent. I rose and went to the window.
It was a noble morning.
"Yes," I said after a little reflection, "put on your best hat and
collect your paper-money. But try and pack it all into the kit-bag if
you possibly can." (She winced a little.) "I know a bank where you will
be able to get all the gold you want...."
* * * * *
Shoulder to shoulder we fought the good fight for the motor-bus.
"Two to the Bank," I gasped.
But it was at Charing Cross station I made her descend.
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