He grabbed her legs and threw the covers from the bed. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. Had Gosse taken it as he escaped? What could she do? Gosse now knew that she was the daughter of Mary Remenham. “And even then—” The conversation hung for a thoughtful moment. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something. Enjoy. You can pay me when we return.
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