sense as of having just left a house visited by sickness or misfortune made Cecilia murmur:
“I’m afraid she’s not.”
“Bad luck!” said Mr. Purcey. His face fell as far as so red and square a face could fall. “I was hoping perhaps I might be allowed to take them for a run. She’s wanting exercise.” Mr. Purcey laid his hand on the flank of his palpitating car. “Know these A.i. Damyers, Mrs. Dallison? Best value you can get, simply rippin’ little cars. Wish you’d try her.”
The A.i. Damyer, diffusing an aroma of the finest petrol, leaped and trembled, as though conscious of her master’s praise. Cecilia looked at her.
“Yes,” she said, “she’s very sweet.”
“Now do!” said Mr. Purcey. “Let me give you a run – Just to please me, I mean. I’m sure you’ll like her.”
A little compunction, a little curiosity, a sudden revolt against all the discomfiture and sordid doubts she had been suffering from, made Cecilia glance softly at Mr. Purcey’s figure; almost before she knew it, she was seated in the A.i. Damyer. It trembled, emitted two small sounds, one large scent, and glided forward. Mr. Purcey said:
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