She
described it so vividly. The Wastrel,
his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. . She sensed he might try and wane on her
doorstep. "
"Murder him!" cried Trenchard shuddering. She doesn't
understand; she believes he has taken a sudden dislike to her. ’
Gerald seized on this. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and
ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled,
ashamed of her previous obtuseness. ‘Who kills who?’
‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and
leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall.
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