Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London had departed. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman. I saw him yesterday, and he told me he shouldn't stir from home for a week to come. Once before—but that had been different. Gerald studied the darkness beyond the aperture. "Are you a poltroon, after all?" "That's it! I ought to have died that night!" "Or is there a taint of insanity in your family history? Alone and practically penniless like yourself! You weren't even stirred by gratitude.
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