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She could run away from him, if she wished, as she had run away from her father; she could carry out the original adventure. Her lips parted, but no words came. After all, old P. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. Sheila bellowed, a great wail of a sound from deep in her belly, flinging her tremendous weight towards him. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor.
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