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"I shall like to call you that. She could accord her father with one grace: he was not in any
manner a hypocrite. I'm glad to recognise you. Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. The girl stood with her
hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair
over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than
ever like an obdurate child. But why didn't you let me
know they were coming. I don't know how to explain it," said Spurlock, "but music
hits women queerly. She is Bohemian to the fingertips. I have it
on my conscience that I offended you—”
“Offended me when?”
“I’ve been haunted by the memory of you.
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