’
‘Well for him,’ remarked Captain Roding. "At the Black Lion in our street," replied Jack, without hesitation. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse
me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. “Some day,” she answered. Here we go, thought Gerald. And, as usual,” she continued, a little bitterly, “I seem to have been sent along
with the dullest and least edifying of Mrs. ‘But you said—’
Gerald tutted. "
"Let's toddle over to the Victoria at once. "Let us fly from
this frightful place. The love-songs of all the ages were
singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and
the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her
mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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