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. ‘Burned them, one by one, right before that fellow’s eyes. ” “Madman!” “Blithering ass!” The girl looked into the two indignant faces and held out both her hands. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms.
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