This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. ‘You see, it’s difficult to do a service for someone when you don’t know who they are, or what they’re up to. Lost me place, that’s all. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. “He wants me to have dinner at his parent’s house tonight,” still looking at a series of spots on the carpeting.
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