It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. ‘Seems to me like you know just about as much as me. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that men will keep you, more or less. Finding it impossible to descend on any side, without incurring serious risk, Jack resolved to return for his blanket, by the help of which he felt certain of accomplishing a safe landing on the roof of the house in Giltspur Street. He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes. A species of vertigo seized him.
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