‘And nor do I. It was at the top of the building, and looked clear over a clustering mass of inferior buildings toward Regent’s Park. Of all the amazing coincidences. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. His attraction for her was now written plainly on his freckled face, revealed by the many drinks he had imbibed.
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