’ ‘What son?’ asked Roding. Get a license—just an idea of mine. The girl regarded him with the face of a Sphinx. “Are you in a hurry? Will you come in and have some coffee?” He hesitated, and glanced towards her companion. ’ Speeding down the two flights of stairs, Gerald mentally thanked God that it was the practice of himself and Roding—in case of emergency, of which this was a prime example—to stable their horses at the posting inns all the way to London. It looked as if it had taken its world for granted and prospered on that assumption—a world in which children were trained to obey their elders and the wills of women over-ruled as a matter of course. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. ” Lucy replied, and brushed past him on the stair. He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action.
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