"Follow me, Thames," cried Jack, dropping into the chasm. " "I wish I could have foreseen. A man as rich as you are ought to have a thousand-ton yacht. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. ‘You would know more of me?’ ‘I would know everything about you,’ Gerald told her, his tone at once provocative and inviting. It never is. She let her mind run into dreams of that cloud paradise of an altered world in which the Goopes and Minivers, the Fabians and reforming people believed. But he was so feeble, that it seemed scarcely possible he could offer any effectual resistance in case of an attack. This incredible scene robbed him of the sense of locomotion. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. She answered in whispers, for there was the white arm of a woman in the next box peeping beyond the partition within a yard of him.
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