Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. “For better or worse. He stalked her, he stared at her, he craved her, he sidled slinking and propitiatory and yet relentlessly toward her, until at last she awoke from the suffocating nightmare nearness of his approach, and lay awake in fear and horror listening to the unaccustomed sounds of the hotel. Vaguely she heard the distinctive sound of male voices as she saw Gosse dive towards the fateful pew. ‘I know you, Gerald. She writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders. Together they crept through the erstwhile drawing room and entered the massive flagged hall. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly.
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