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. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. "What's that you're taking to Sir Rowland Trenchard's?" "Only a box, Sir," answered Sheppard, emptying the glass. " "Who's lost?" demanded Ireton. Ain't we, partner?" he added, appealing to Langley, whom punch had made rather dozy. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. "How goes it?" he began, heartily.
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