The phone did not ring. To-day he selected the girl, and gave her the lead-chair. ’ ‘To be sure I do,’ said Gerald swiftly. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good. The dining saloon was done in mahogany and sandalwood, with eight cabins, four to port and four to starboard. How could she tell him what indeed already began to puzzle herself, why she had borrowed that money at all? The plain fact was that she had grabbed a bait. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent.
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