The scrutiny of any strange man provoked a sweaty terror. ’ She spread her hands. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. Stanley decided to treat that as irrelevant. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. They were going up the slope into Waterloo Station. Expiation. Pshaw!" added he, making an effort to subdue his emotion, "I can't leave you in this way. And as she was yet waiting for her tea to come she saw this man again.
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