Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. "For me—his master, Mr. But one must disguise oneself. ’ So pat, thought Gerald. Winifred's face had a thoroughly amiable look. But she has let fall enough for me to understand that she knows about her father’s misdeeds.
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