F. ’ *** Gerald Alderley stepped out of a house he had been visiting in Hamilton Place and the door closed behind him. In mailing the tales he had not enclosed return postage or the equivalent in money. Kneebone, who was on the point of departing. There was a man, a boy, and a woman. Brendon told him the name of a distant restaurant and sprang in by her side. To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour! She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty.
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