Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. “Julian, I don’t know how to put this. Part 4 After a day or so she thought more steadily. At length, she suddenly started to her feet; and before Winifred could prevent her, staggered up to Thames. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled.
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