First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. Little Anna screamed and thrashed as she was torn from Lucy’s skirts. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. ’ ‘Ah, but there’s the little matter of your presence here,’ said Gerald on a note of apology. He turned, and beheld Winifred. He found, however, that now the time had come he utterly lacked the courage to attempt any such speech. ‘It had better not be, by God,’ had barked Captain Hilary Roding. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made no remark. Let—it—fall.
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