She fled. He could think about it later. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. The Northern Ocean keeps a secret better than the Thames, Sir Rowland. They were silent for a time. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. “I am staying at the Savoy. Wasn’t easy, I can tell you.
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