He remained talking with her however. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. What gave the puzzling
twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. I merely mention these
circumstances to show the accuracy of my information. She had
no inkling of that insupportable wrong. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly
dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all
beautiful; not even pretty. Turning off again
on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley,
into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard,
overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation.
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