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Someone was coming out of the house. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. ’ ‘It will be worth the pain, you will see. “Then you need to find someone else. ’ ‘She’s as clothheaded as you,’ Roding retorted, but he slipped an arm about the lady’s waist and gave her a quick squeeze. Some indeed carried themselves, dressed themselves even, rather as foreign visitors from the land of “Looking Backward” and “News from Nowhere” than as the indigenous Londoners they were. Several of the assailants carried links, so that the room was a blaze of light.
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