It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. “I want to ask you a question,” he said. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. I loved her beyond anything in heaven or on earth—to idolatry. She loped forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung loosely. “I wish he had,” she said.
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