” “Oh, Drummond’s dinner!” she repeated. Like a petulant child he snapped. All human food tasted equally dead and loathsome to her, whether it was prime steak or cheap hamburger. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes bright. Wood wound it up by a description of the drenching he had undergone at the Mint pump, the other could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his chair, gave free scope to his merriment. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house.
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