Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. ‘And how do you propose to get in?’ ‘Scullery window. She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains. ‘Gérard will think that I have gone back to London. Looking for something, or someone, probably.
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