" "But, goodness me, the hotel will take care of him! Why not? They sold him the poison. And the grotesquest fact was that she did not so much loathe, as experience with a quite critical condemnation this strange sensation of being kissed. “I can’t! He appears to be a most immovable person. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. Please sit with me. ’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door.
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