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" "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. I love you—with all my heart and soul. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. But perhaps I had better get a room in an hotel to-night and look round. “You had no right—” panted Ann Veronica.
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