"How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river. Roof open —like a Noah’s Ark. My arm's nearly well again. Her stomach growled, and she clutched at it in reaction, haphazardly observing that the gown had been changed to silk. “The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared. On Monday Charvill had still not returned, and the major duly presented himself at Mrs Chalkney’s house in Grosvenor Square, thanking his stars that his friend Roding would not be there to spoil sport. A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood, with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. We dine at seven-thirty.
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