He dressed mechanically; so many moves this
way, so many moves that. And at the sight something leaped within her. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper
folded round his throat. “Much as I hate rows, I’ve either got to make a stand or give in altogether. It was a sickening process, and the sucking sound was
sure to wake up Ray’s mother. “What’s the
objection?”
“I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the
key of the conversation. "
"Well, Sir, his name?"
"Jonathan Wild. He resented being regarded
as irregular. . ”
“Oh, I might,” he answered, “have gone further still. She took a shower after a particularly harsh
volleyball debacle only to find that her locker had been
picked and her outfit of the day, gray sweatpants and a
shapeless pink sweater, were gone. I thought I’d see Paris, do the thing—like a toff.
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