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Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. “I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. He personated over there a millionaire named Meysey Hill, and it seems that he induced Annabel to go through some sort of marriage with him at the Embassy. He found the horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, and rode off across the fields in the direction of town. She looked at him curiously. Love stories! It was of negligible importance that these books were bound in paper; Romance lay unalterably within. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet.
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