" At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. The passion of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort. "Bravo!" cried the thief-taker approvingly. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald.
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