White’s boarding-house in Russell Square. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she
had in the water. "Would you expose yourself to fresh
risk? If it hadn't been for her you wouldn't have been placed in your late
jeopardy. She felt
a new warmth in her blood, a strange sense of elation crept over her. She was the High Priestess. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and
Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of
their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds,
their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the
flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself
fighting against. They rose as
she approached.
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