1. Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, he hurried with his ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane. Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot down upon one from the skies. Twice we hired caterers. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. ’ ‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald.
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