’
‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico
and coming down the shallow stairway. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were
dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a
goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one
recalcitrant horse and leading another. "
"You'd better send him," jeered the turnkey. I'll put a brace of
dogs on your track, who'll soon hunt you down. I am five-and-thirty, and I have
knocked about in the world and tasted the quality of life. I want to talk to Mr. . The slow stars circled on to the moment of
their meeting. 272
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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. But I have not done so, and will not. She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the
Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus
and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way. ”
Anna nodded and turned again to Courtlaw.
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