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Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. With this she now entered. They agreed
to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the
communal trunk. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. The
dismal tolling of St. “So, Rhea must have known you for what you are. But if that can possibly be
done I want it to be done. ‘You are not
sympathique in the very least. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of
correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was
concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on
flinging—such considerations to the wind.
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