‘Hilary was right. “Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. Horribly skinny he was, and short too. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. ’ ‘You may arrest me later. He would never recognize me now. "Then I presume you've not been arrested?" "I have not," answered Wood firmly. They were sounding more and more like Civic every day.
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