ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. Good-bye aunt. She was tempted to touch him in the car as they drove to the empty house, but she refrained for fear of causing a car accident. Suppose—suppose a girl did want to start in life, start in life for herself—” She looked him frankly in the eyes. That there gatekeeper would’ve called them out again.
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