’ ‘You were quite as bad to me as I was to you,’ Gerald protested mildly, sitting down beside her. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. ’ She had given nothing away. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. You know, I’ve done no work at all this afternoon.
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