"By George!" he exclaimed. “He’s got good taste, you know. Again returning to the main road, he passed through Clapton; and turning off on the left, arrived at the foot of Stamford Hill. He got out in much the same way from the Gatehouse,—stole the keys, and passed through a room where I was sitting half-asleep in a chair. ” She smiled grimly at the recollection of that lunch—tea and roll at a cheap café.
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