" "A key!" exclaimed Wood eagerly. Thames, you needn't tidy yourself, as you've hurt your arm. This is my friend, Mr. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. I am glad you found me. But you——” Something seemed to catch his breath.
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