M. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. ‘Your niece, ma’am. Instead, they lived a Bohemian existence, moving from patron to patron, city to city. Finally, at the exit into Regent’s Park, they ran against Miss Klegg.
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