’ A scowl crossed the lady’s face. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. It is not possible for us to be on friendly terms with a young man who has been seen in a public place, having supper alone with your sister after midnight. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days.
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