“You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. ” She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two pieces of luggage. Wood in their favour. But the offences I have committed are venial in comparison with what I should commit were I to wed your father. ” “Climbing?” “Yes. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked.
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