Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. There’s something— something ADULT about you. Got detained in the City, and——” Then he met the fixed, breathless gaze of those wonderful eyes from the other side of the table, and he, too, broke off in the middle of his sentence. You say you have twenty-four hundred in your letter of credit. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form.
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