The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. ‘What started you off, you madman,’ Roding told him frankly, as he set about tying his handkerchief around the wound, ‘was being born at all. Our ideal had fallen. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. It was eleven o'clock.
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