” He glanced over at her cockeyed, and then returned his gaze to the road. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. She ought to have written at once and told him exactly what had happened.
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