This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. ‘I went to see him because I thought he ought to know about you, having already been imposed upon by our friend Gosse. There's our young friend upstairs. His first reaction had been explosive as the hurts of the past rose up to taunt him. Your attitude to me—” He fell into a brown study. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. “You will be so late. Every rule is against me—Why did I let you begin this? I might have told—” “I don’t see that you could help—” “I might have helped—” “You couldn’t.
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