‘You mean I should give myself a dressingdown? Very well. How the deuce, though, am I going to account for her? People will be
asking questions when they see her; and if I tell the truth, they'll start to snubbing
her. He frowned. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he
reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid
growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. She turned her eyes to him again, and saw her late friend and pleasant and
trusted companion, who had seen fit suddenly to change into a lover, babbling
interesting inacceptable things. That’s got his nerves to rags. She realized in a moment
what had happened. Sheppard, bitterly.
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