” Brendon reappeared, followed by a tall thin man with a stubbly brown moustache and restless grey eyes. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. There were electric and ice plants, and a great store in which one could buy anything from jewsharps to gas-engines. But when she saw the car, her body filled with dread, for it gave her a bad feeling. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. All my life I've had to fight human wolves to hold what I have. The more she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her self-disgust. Some of them are now buried at the bottom of the Thames.
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