’ ‘Nonsense, it’ll give Pottiswick something genuine to complain about,’ said Gerald cheerfully, moving to the edge of the trees. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. She won’t be a problem from now on. At the gate opening upon the road leading to Dollis Hill were stationed William Morgan and John Dump. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. She had to school herself to speak the words which she knew would cut him like a knife.
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