She could not risk going in the door, lest she run
into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or
Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn
jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair
smoking clove cigarettes. ’
‘Yes, she duped me finely,’ agreed Gerald. Ramage,” she said, clinging to her one point, “I want to get out of this
horrible little room. Montague Hill. “I am going,” he said, “to be impertinent. ”
Anna shook her head. She had been
obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who
had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his
mistress—guarding the door outside. You know all this stuff is insured.
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