The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. What he wanted desperately was to be alone. The novel danger of the situation enthralled him. He had brought her here to this place—where her freedom was curtailed even more than at the convent so that a cavalier was very much needed—and only on Monday came again. CHAPTER XVI Ah cum began to worry. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters. "The Dawn Pearl!" he said, making to recline again. At this time of day the priest would be at his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which the building overlooked.
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