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. I saw her come out from the flat buildings two minutes before we entered
it last night. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice
into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by
flogging her back with a switch. She turned the television off. Taking his new purchase under his arm, Jack proceeded to a small tavern in the
same street, where, having ordered dinner, he went to a bed-room to attire
himself. "You want me, then?" she said. The unequal battle went on. Shari was snoring, the pill having
worked its magic. You’re a
far cry from your usual gloomy self these days. . "
"Go, I insist," cried Thames, "or take the consequences upon yourself. "You know not what you do. “All the time he is
shouting and muttering. Gerald began to ease forward, deciding just how he would accost her.
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