"All right. His voice now had lost its ironies. Did he like freaks? She opened her black umbrella, her giant sun deflector. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. In the struggle her cap fell off.
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