The policeman raised his voice, slightly agitated. “Well, anyhow, consider it open. Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves. I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. 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.
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